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Cobalt Blue Ch. 01

By: Pelaam



Chapter 1: Truth and Consequences

The tall, powerfully built, expensively dressed man sighed impatiently. Jackson, Jaze Kingston had been separated from his partner and he had been locked in a large, damp cellar. There were no windows and no other door and the assorted bits and pieces strewn around didn't lend themselves to being of any use as potential weaponry. Jaze flicked at imaginary dust on his lapel as he tried not to think of what might be happening to his partner. 

Stewart, Stewie Donovan was Jaze's idea of a perfect partner and not just the type to work well alongside him. A few years younger than Jaze, smaller, slender, with shoulder length blond hair and beautiful blue eyes that often sparkled with mirth or mischief, but could look like chips of sapphire if the younger man was angry. It wasn't that a relationship was forbidden. In fact their Chief was of the mind that relationships made the group stronger, less likely to take risks or go out on unnecessary limbs. What had stopped Jaze was his uncertainty as to how Stewie would react to a relationship with the man who was also his Team Leader; the Team Leader of Cobalt Blue. Nor was Jaze sure Stewie would even be interested in a relationship with a man. So the older man had kept a mental store of Stewie fantasies and had watched and waited for the past few months to gauge how Stewie might respond. 

Now the bigger man feared that his caution may have been for nothing. They had walked into a trap. Stewie had been dragged away only partially conscious. Two big goons had beaten the smaller man to the ground as Jaze had been forced to watch. The Drug Baron asking questions of Jaze the bigger man literally couldn't answer. It seemed they had stumbled into someone else's territory. Jaze could only hope that the distress signal he'd activated in his watch had been received before it had been removed by one of the goons and that a rescue team were on their way. He stared worriedly at the cellar door. A lot of damage could be done in the meantime even if they were. He made a mental promise to discover whether he stood any chance with his young partner once they were out of danger.

The sound of raucous laughter snapped Jaze out of his reverie and the big man tensed, ready to attack if the opportunity arose. As the door opened and a small blond figure was thrust inside, all thoughts of escape fled Jaze's mind. Stewie's hands were tightly handcuffed behind his back. Stewie's face and body displayed the evidence of a further beating. More worrying still was the fact that all Stewie now wore were skimpy baby blue bikini briefs. Jaze felt his heart in his throat as he caught the restrained young man before he could fall face down on unforgiving ground. Glancing into Stewie's face, Jaze could see the dazed look that could herald either concussion or drugs. He drew the young man into his lap as he sat on the cold, damp ground, not wanting the more vulnerable man to have to sit on it. He cradled Stewie without embarrassment as he glared at the goons.

"Have fun, boys," one of the two goons that had originally beaten Stewie called from the doorway. "We have to go out now, but when we finish we'll be back to play with pretty-boy."

The door slammed shut and Jaze could hear them laughing outside. Jaze's arms tightened around the slender form, feeling sickened. He knew exactly what form that 'play' would take.

"Stewie," Jaze spoke softly. "You with me, Stewie?" He looked worriedly into the bruised visage, the superficial damage not distracting from the blond's beauty. That beauty intensified as a smile of genuine pleasure lit up the beloved face as Stewie recognised Jaze.

"You're here," Stewie said.

"Did they give you something, Stewie?" Jaze asked with concern. Stewie didn't seem to realise his state or their predicament.

"Mmm," came the less than eloquent reply.

"What, Stewie? What did they give you?"

Stewie blinked owlishly, his blue eyes wide as he gazed at Jaze. He smiled widely again and Jaze groaned inwardly. Under almost any other circumstances he would have loved to see that smile directed at him.

"Sodium pen'thol," Stewie replied. "The big bad guys wanted to shoot me up with other stuff but the Boss said not yet. Wanted to make sure we weren't lying. Just wanted me truthful. Didn't answer him, though," Stewie said, and then added. "I couldn't, so they hurt me again."

Jaze looked at the saddened face wishing he could ease the younger man's hurts.

"I'm glad you're here." Stewie said smiling again.

"Are you?" Jaze asked with a smile of his own.

"I'm always glad when you're around," Stewie declared then looked shocked.

"You don't always show it," Jaze teased gently.

"That's cos it's a secret that I can't tell you," Stewie said, his face sad once more.

Jaze decided he really didn't want to see that look on the helpless young man. Then he frowned at Stewie's words.

"You liking me around is a secret?" he asked rhetorically. Then his eyes opened wide. Could there actually be a possibility? "Do you like me, Stewie?" he asked quietly, trying to make the slender man look at him. Stewie's eyes were still wide and the look of shock came back as Jaze took in the nod of Stewie's head. "Really like me?" the older man pressed relentlessly. At the hesitant nod, Jaze took in a deep breath and prayed he wasn't wrecking a good working partnership and an even better friendship. "Speak to me, Stewie," he commanded softly. "Do you love me?"

"Yes." The word was the barest whisper and yet the sweetest sound Jaze had ever heard. But he was concerned to see that now Stewie didn't just look shocked, but frightened and pained.

"Does loving me hurt you, Stewie?" Jaze asked perplexed at Stewie's demeanour.

"Yes," came the whispered reply and Jaze could feel the younger man trembling in his arms.

"Why?" he asked, needing to know how to reassure his new lover.

"Because you don't love me," came the mournful reply and a large tear slid down Stewie's bruised cheek.

"Oh, Stewie, love," Jaze smiled. "There have been several women in my life and some men. It's easy to have an open relationship with a woman but I had to be careful with the men I dated. I had to be even more careful not to make the wrong move when it came to you, you were too special." He removed his handkerchief from the suit breast pocket and carefully wet it. Gently he cleansed the blood from the cut to Stewie's lower lip and then covered Stewie's lips with his own. His reward was a soft sweet sigh that went straight to the older man's heart. He broke the kiss to gaze lovingly at the now panting young man in his arms.

"Jaze," Stewie gasped, his eyes were now filled with a mix of shock and what Jaze hoped was love. "I don't...you didn't..."

Noises from behind the cellar door stopped the disorientated young man from continuing his confused ramblings and instead Jaze heard a small whimper of fear. "They said they would...they wanted. Jaze, I've never..." Stewie said brokenly.

"They'll have to go through me first, love," Jaze growled protectively. He swept Stewie up from the floor and into his arms. He carried the shaking, precious bundle to one of the far corners. Tucking Stewie under tarpaulin and some broken furniture, Jaze took off his jacket and went to stand by the cellar door. They would find Stewie easily enough if that was what they wanted. But Jaze was willing to fight to protect his younger lover - or even offer himself in Stewie's stead. 

Something about Stewie's words kept swirling around Jaze's mind. Making a conscious effort, the older man put the words from his mind and allowed the adrenaline to course through his veins. 

Jaze then found himself sagging with relief as uniformed police entered the cellar.

"Kingston, Donovan?" the lead officer asked. "We had a call from your department."

"Jaze, Stewie," a dark skinned woman and an older blond man came racing in.

"Shiraz, Leo," Jaze said relief colouring his voice. "Thanks for the cavalry. We need an ambulance for Stewie. He was beaten and drugged."

"We're on it."

The uniformed policeman hesitated as the members of Jaze's team ran to arrange medical assistance. "Do you need any help?" he asked as he scanned the area.

"No thanks, Officer," Jaze smiled. "I can manage."

He swept up his jacket. Moving to where he had hidden Stewie, Jaze found the younger man unconscious. He draped his jacket around the near naked body as he lifted Stewie into his arms. He strode past the policeman, wanting nothing more than to get Stewie checked out and home so they could continue their confessions of love.

Jaze's stride was jaunty as he made his way to Stewie's hospital room. The police statement and debriefing had taken longer than anticipated. He had, however, ensured a message was delivered to Stewie telling him to wait at the hospital as Jaze would come to take him home. Jaze had envisioned that would have been two hours earlier. He knocked and smiling stepped inside the room. His smile faded immediately. The room was empty and looked like it had been unoccupied for some time. 

"Can I help you?" a female voice came from behind Jaze.

"I was told Mr Donovan was in this room. A blond young man." Jaze added.

"Oh yes," the nurse said smiling. "Such a nice young man. But he seemed very sad. I thought a call had come to say someone would come to collect him, but he insisted he would get a taxi. I didn't think he should have gone home alone. I expect there was some mix-up?" she asked.

"Some mix-up indeed," Jaze growled, then smiled reassuringly. "I'll go and unmix things," he said.

Outside Stewie's apartment, Jaze banged hard on the door.

"I know you're in there Stewie," he shouted. "I don't care whether it's the door or my fist that breaks first, but I'm not leaving here till we've talked face to face."

Jaze stood listening and heard the noise that heralded the door being unlocked, but Stewie didn't open it. Taking a steadying breath, Jaze stepped resolutely into the apartment. Jaze's breath caught in his throat.

Stewie wore old, figure hugging sweat pants and a button fronted brushed cotton shirt, open enough to reveal some of Stewie's smooth chest. The sight of bruising there brought Jaze up short and made the older man frown remembering the beatings Stewie endured.

"What are you doing here, Jaze?" Stewie asked with a sigh.

"I said I'd come and get you." Jaze replied stepping forward and closing the gap physically, although he recognised there was a huge psychological gap still between them. Stewie was acting as though they had never made any confessions of love.

"I waited a while and then sent a message to say I'd get a taxi," Stewie said defensively.

Jaze's frown deepened. If any messages had come for him, Shiraz would have taken them and she had assured the older man there were no messages. That woman was incredibly sharp, Jaze mused.

"Stewie, back in the cellar..." Jaze began, but Stewie interrupted.

"I was drugged and beaten, Jaze," he said, his tone desperate. "Can't we just forget it and carry on as before? I swear I won't bother you."

At the pleading look in Stewie's eyes, Jaze had found himself moving forward again till he was inches away from Stewie. At this distance the look of desperation in Stewie's eyes was unmistakable.

"Bothered, Stewie?" Jaze asked incredulously.

"I told you I loved you, Jaze," the distressed young man said. "I know you don't feel the same..."

"Who says I don't feel the same?" Jaze demanded aggressively. He had just found this young man and he had no intention of letting him go. He was Jaze's and he meant for Stewie to realise it. He stood even closer to his heart's desire, allowing love, lust and desire to shine from his hazel eyes.

"You never said anything..." Stewie began, but the desolation in the blue eyes was too much for Jaze to bear. He realised Stewie was right, he hadn't said anything of his feelings for the younger man. Believing actions would speak louder then words, he closed the last of the distance between them. His eyes never left Stewie's as he wrapped a possessive arm around the slender waist. He pulled the unresisting body hard against him. He used his other hand to angle Stewie's head and covered the lush lips with his own. 

Jaze kissed gently, running his tongue over the seam of Stewie's lips until the younger man opened to him with a moan of pleasure. He slid his tongue into the warm, wet cavern and began to explore every nook and cranny, tasting toothpaste and Stewie's own unique flavour. He growled in pleasure at the essential taste of his mate and the evidence of Stewie's arousal pressing into his thigh. He broke the kiss and stood holding the lithe form as they both panted softly.

"I've been attracted to you since you came to work for me, Stewie," Jaze confessed. "It became something more so gradually even I didn't realise it. But I didn't want to jeopardise a good friendship and so I waited for an opportune moment. I thought you were beyond my reach, Stewie. But now I want you and I want an 'us'. Before we go any further, I need to know what you want. I need to know it's the same as me, cos I won't settle for less than everything from you."

"It's been my dream that you would want me," Stewie confessed. "The Chief knew of my preferences and said so long as I was discreet it would make no difference. I saw you and didn't need discreet. I measured every possible partner against you and turned them down."

Jaze reached out to touch the bruise visible on Stewie's chest. He trailed the hand up to Stewie's face and smiled as the younger man leant into the simple caress.

"Will you let me love you, Stewie?" Jaze asked his voice rough with desire.

"Yes, please," Stewie begged softly.

Jaze's smile was feral as he took Stewie's hand. He knew this apartment as he knew his own and he led Stewie to the bedroom. Once inside, Jaze began to kiss Stewie with growing ardour. His hands unfastened Stewie's shirt as his lips roamed over the beautiful face. He pushed the shirt away and gazed predatorily at the bared skin. Stewie's skin was a warm honey tone and his nipples were peaked dark discs that begged silently to be kissed, nipped and suckled. He laved at one cinnamon nub as he pushed the sweatpants from Stewie's slim hips. Pushing Stewie to lie flat, Jaze turned his attention to the neglected nipple, gently pinching and tugging its already sensitised twin till both were achingly hard and Stewie moaned and writhed beneath him.

Jaze slid his hand down between Stewie's legs, the sweatpants having slid to Stewie's knees and presenting no barrier to Jaze reaching his prize. Stewie's shaft was slick with pre-come, smooth and slender and fitted perfectly into Jaze's large hand. Jaze revelled in the sweet mewls of pleasure spilling from Stewie's lips. Jaze moved his oral assault from Stewie's nipples, down the smooth chest and tight abdominals until his mouth hovered over Stewie's hard hot flesh. With one swift move, Jaze engulfed the straining flesh to the root, inhaling Stewie's musk from the small nest of blond curls. He cupped the sac, heavy with unspent seed and gave it a gentle squeeze as he hummed and swallowed. As he predicted, the triple combination proved too much for Stewie's already tenuous control. With a scream that Jaze dimly recognised as his name, Stewie erupted into Jaze's mouth. The older man leant back a little as he greedily drank all his young lover could produce. He licked and suckled tenderly till the organ was soft and spent before allowing it to slip from his voracious mouth.

"Taste how beautiful you are," he commanded softly taking possession of Stewie's lush lips. The low moan of passion sent jolt after jolt to Jaze's aching shaft. He wanted to be buried deep inside this special young man. Sitting up from the satiated younger man to a soft mewl of protest, Jaze removed the sweatpants and gazed possessively at the naked, sated young man. He felt himself get impossibly harder at the erotic sight of the nubile young man unclothed below him as he stood, fully dressed looming over him. Jaze briefly hoped that when their relationship was more developed that Stewie would be amicable to role-play. This was a favourite fantasy.

"Do you ever intend to undress?" Stewie's voice held a sated sound that changed its tone. Jaze decided he liked it and intended to hear it as often as possible. Locking eyes with the younger man, Jaze's reply was a smile as he slowly stripped. He stood naked allowing Stewie's eyes to take their fill.

"So big," Stewie whispered innocently.

"Don't worry, baby. " Jaze assured. "With careful preparation it will fit. Do you like what you see, love?" he asked.

"Let me show you," Stewie purred reaching his arms open to his older mate. Jaze lowered himself into the waiting embrace and both men gasped at their first skin to skin touch. Stewie's hand traced through Jaze's short dark hair to the goatee beard of his lover and down to the powerful chest, trailing his fingers through the dark hair.

"You're beautiful," Stewie moaned as he kissed Jaze's lips.

"Not as beautiful as you, love" Jaze replied. He gazed down at his young lover and noticed a brief flicker of apprehension before Stewie could hide it. "What is it, love?" he asked.

"I want you to make love with me, Jaze," Stewie said earnestly. "I really do." He looked away, sighing. Jaze put his finger under the smooth chin and brought the beloved face back to lock gazes.

"Have you ever done this before?" he asked quietly. "Have you made love with a man?"

"Yes...no...I've never..."

//I've never// the words crashed to the forefront of Jaze's memory. The cellar, Stewie's fear. //I've never//.

"You've never gone all the way?" Jaze asked carefully.

"No," Stewie said softly. "I knew I was more comfortable with men, so I never had a relationship with girls as it wouldn't have been fair. I didn't want 'just sex'. I wanted more. I wanted love, so I was willing to wait. I love you, Jaze and I want you to make love with me."

"Do you have any idea of the gift you're giving me, love?" Jaze asked his voice hoarse. "I love you, Stewie and I want to love you; to show you how much pleasure two men can share. But I need to know you're sure about this. Once we take this step I won't ever let you go. You do understand that, Stewie. Once you give yourself to me you'll be mine, exclusively, permanently." Jaze's voice was dark, passionate, aggressive.

"Please, Jaze," Stewie's voice was soft, seductive, submissive.

"No one else, Stewie. Ever." Jaze emphasised.

"Yours, Jaze. I was yours the day we first met. I love you, please love me"

The submissive words spoken so assuredly were all Jaze needed to be certain this was Stewie's choice. The beautiful boy wanted to be his; believed he was already his. His beautiful boy, his mate; the other half of his soul, of this Jaze was that certain.

"I do love you, sweetheart," Jaze crooned, calming the agitated young man with soft caresses to the soft blond hair. "And I will love you and show you you're mine. But I won't rush this, Stewie. I can only ever take the gift of your innocence, your virginity once and I want it to be forever memorable for all the right reasons."

"Yours, Jaze?" Stewie asked, looking for the reassurance his mate could give.

"Mine," Jaze's voice was a low growl. "Only my touch, Stewie. Only ever mine. No one else will know how you look, taste, sound or feel when you come. Only ever me. My privilege, my prerogative."

Stewie shivered in arousal and anticipation. He had always thought of himself as independent, outgoing and somewhat of an extrovert. Whilst he didn't think that would change in the world outside of the bedroom, he suddenly realised he wanted Jaze's sexual dominance. He wanted to submit to the bigger man and Jaze showed every indication that he would give Stewie exactly what the younger man needed.


Cobalt Blue Ch. 01



"I trust you, Jaze," Stewie said softly. 

Jaze's mouth covered Stewie's as Jaze's heart sang. He could never have asked for more than Stewie's love and trust and he had been willingly offered both. That Stewie was willing to place his wellbeing into Jaze's keeping brought the bigger man's protective urges to the fore. He wanted to love his beautiful boy, but he would have to take great care to bring as much pleasure and as little pain as possible.

"Thank you, Stewie," Jaze said as the kiss ended. "When we make love, it can be painful. If the pain is too much you must promise to tell me. Promise me, Stewie."

"I promise," the younger man replied. "But I need to see you, Jaze."

Jaze nodded his own promise. "From what you said before, I take it you don't have lube?" Jaze asked. He received a shake of the head in reply. "No matter," he assured the now dejected looking young man. "I'll improvise."

Stewie watched with interest as Jaze vanished from the bedroom to return with a little bottle from Stewie's kitchen. "Extra virgin," Jaze smiled as he set down the olive oil. "Very apt," he growled launching himself on the now blushing blond.

He kissed Stewie till they were breathless and then worshipped the peaked cinnamon nubs a second time, finding they were a source of arousal for the younger man. He rolled Stewie onto his stomach and ran his hands possessively over the smooth skin, kissing softly each bruise he found. Reaching the twin globes, Jaze ran his tongue over each in turn, then nipped gently to leave his own marks; marks that spoke of love. He spread Stewie's legs wide and knelt between them. He crooned softly, feeling the trembling of the virgin body beneath him. He parted the nether cheeks as gazed with love and desire at the tiny pink portal that heralded the entrance of the untouched channel beyond. Jaze lowered his head and lapped at the newly exposed flesh. 

In response, Stewie moaned wantonly. No one had ever exposed him this way and he had felt open and vulnerable. The touch of Jaze's tongue to his most private place had sent a flush of heat along Stewie's synapses. Unconsciously he began to undulate, pushing back trying to get the slick, agile muscle deeper into his body.

Jaze felt the way Stewie responded to the intimate caress and folding his tongue jabbed at the tight bloom until it flowered for him and his tongue was granted entry. Jaze thrust his tongue inside the velvet channel again and again, the intimate taste of his mate fuelling high his flames of passion. However, Jaze didn't want Stewie to come again until he was inside the younger man. He filed away Stewie's responsiveness to rimming and urged the young man onto his back. He placed a pillow under Stewie's hips to cant the young man up and expose him fully and then pushed the long smooth limbs up and back.

"Have you any idea how beautiful you are like this?" Jaze asked. "Naked, open and willing. I've never seen anything so gorgeous." He covered a single finger will oil. "Just going to insert one finger, Baby." As he positioned his finger at the virgin entrance, he suckled at Stewie's nipples, nipping briefly as he slid the oiled digit deep inside. The nip worked as a distraction to the welcome intruder in Stewie's body. The laving and suckling at his already sensitised breasts drew Stewie's attention from the stroking in and out to begin the process of lubrication and stretching. Jaze nipped and sucked his way to Stewie's groin as he inserted a second finger. He was aware of the small grunt of initial discomfort, but Stewie was soon accepting the two fingers moving freely, making scissoring movements to stretch Stewie's channel.

Jaze moved to suck at Stewie's resurgent erection as the pressed three fingers inside his mate. There was definite resistance this time and Jaze immediately stilled his fingers, concentrating on pleasuring Stewie with his mouth. Eventually, Jaze had the three fingers moving and brushing gently against Stewie's prostrate. The younger man writhed and moaned at the dual sensations, pushing down on the fingers impaling him and up into the warm wetness of Jaze's mouth.

"Please, Jaze," he begged. "Now. Take me now."

The older man groaned at the plea and demand from his lover. He coated his own straining flesh liberally before removing his fingers. He positioned his erection at Stewie's glistening entrance and locked eyes with the young man whose virginity he was about to take.

"I love you, Stewie," he said.

"I love you, Jaze."

Stewie's channel was a hot velvet vice around Jaze's flesh. Jaze eased inside slowly, hesitating whenever a flicker of pain flitted across Stewie's face. As he felt his sac press against Stewie's body, he groaned with pleasure. He kissed Stewie and then began to thrust slowly and shallowly, keeping Stewie's legs spread wide hooked over his elbows.

Stewie had never felt anything like it in his life. The pressure was intense and he felt completely full. When the pain got too intense, Jaze had stopped moving until Stewie had got used to the sensation before moving deeper again. At the feel of his mate fully buried within him, Stewie moaned in pleasure. The sensation of Jaze moving within him thrilled him and he responded eagerly to the kisses bestowed by the older man. He was unable to stop a primal scream as Jaze's solid flesh began to rub against his sweet spot.

At Stewie's scream, Jaze increased the speed of his thrusts ensuring he hit the hidden jewel repeatedly. He reached between their undulating bodies and growled his gratification at finding his mate's hard, needy flesh. He stroked the younger man as he nipped and sucked at Stewie's throat. His growl deepened as Stewie moved to offer better access to his throat and Jaze captured a succulent prize of flesh and sucked hard wanting to mark his mate. It was too much for the inexperienced younger man. The feel of Jaze's teeth on his throat, Jaze's hand on his flesh and the deep rhythmic thrusts of Jaze's rod all combined to overwhelm the younger man. He screamed Jaze's name as his seed fountained over Jaze's hand and their chests. As Jaze felt the contractions around his shaft his control fractured. With three more erratic thrusts, his seed pulsed deep inside Stewie's shaking body. As their mutual climaxes ended, Jaze kissed Stewie tenderly.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Love you," Stewie replied. He whimpered softly as Jaze carefully withdrew. He was dimly aware that Jaze was rubbing a cloth over his boneless body before he was enfolded in strong arms. His head found a pillow in Jaze's shoulder and Stewie drifted to sleep, safe and satiated.

For a few moments, Jaze gazed protectively and possessively at the naked young man in his arms. He kissed the top of the blond head and nuzzled affectionately at Stewie's temple.

"Mine now, baby" he whispered. "Never letting you go."

The older man knew they would have a lot to discuss and decide when they awoke. But for now, Jaze's priority was resting so he could make love to his mate again in the near future. Smiling, the older man let the soft snuffling of his sleeping lover lull him into slumber.



Cobalt Blue Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Loving and Giving

Stewart, Stewie Donovan awoke with a feeling of warmth and contentment he hadn't felt in a long time. A slight movement set up a chain reaction of aches and twinges throughout his body. Some were due to less pleasurable reasons and he consciously forced them from his mind. Instead he focused on the internal ache that heralded memories of pleasure he had never known before. He had made love with Jackson Kingston, Cobalt Blue Team Leader and his Jaze. Stewie's eyes widened as he realised he was pillowed on Jaze's left shoulder, the older man's broad chest was stretching before him. The muscular chest was covered in a light dusting of dark hair, from which two dark pink nipples stood proudly. Stewie felt his mouth water at the prospect of sucking them. The dark hair descended towards Jaze's groin, but that area of his lover was covered by the sheet. Focusing back on the enticing nipples, Stewie decided that just a small movement would be sufficient. He shifted minutely and found his lips pressing against the pink nub. With a soft sigh of pleasure, Stewie began to suckle contentedly.

Soon, the inability to admire the rest of Jaze's body began to irritate the younger man and as he suckled at Jaze's breast, he carefully pushed back the sheet. His eyes followed the trail of Jaze's hair to the thick, dark public pelt. Stewie groaned softly around the flesh in his lips as he pictured himself nuzzling through the rich nest of curls. Beyond that Stewie saw on Jaze's right thigh a beautiful, semi-erect, large thick shaft. Stewie could barely believe he had taken it inside himself last night, but the delicious residual ache as well as Stewie's own memories assured him he had. Unable to resist touching it, Stewie reached tentatively downwards. As his fingers ghosted over the organ, it twitched and thickened, filling before Stewie's enraptured eyes. The younger man was unaware of his own hardening flesh or of his gentle rocking against his mate's solid side.

Jaze, however, was very aware of both. He had awakened as Stewie suckled his nipple and had barely stifled the groan of appreciation for Stewie's unconsciously erotic virginal caresses. He now needed to touch and taste his young love.

"Morning, lover," he purred huskily.

"Jaze, you're awake!" Stewie exclaimed, blushing crimson. Before he could become further flustered a large hard body pinned him to the bed and demanding lips covered his own. As he sighed pleasurably, a knowing, slick muscle pushed past his teeth and duelled erotically with his own. As Jaze broke their kiss, he smiled down into Stewie's flushed face.

"Morning, lover," he said again.

"Morning, love," Stewie breathed gazing upwards into warm, amused hazel eyes.

"Much better," Jaze purred nibbling at the tender flesh of Stewie's throat. Stewie arched his neck to offer better access, silently begging for more of the gentle love bites. Jaze hummed his approval and nipped and sucked as his lover wanted. "You like this, baby?" he asked unnecessarily.

"Uh huh," Stewie murmured dreamily. In addition to the soft bites to his throat, a large, strong hand was gently squeezing at his left breast, teasing the rapidly hardening nipple with a talented thumb. 

"Oh yeah," Jaze breathed. "You really like this." Jaze moved his oral assault to the small brown nipples, nipping and laving each in turn till Stewie was moaning and writhing continually beneath him. Jaze was aware of the smaller man's hand reaching towards his neglected erection and Jaze swatted it away. "Oh no, lover," he growled. "That's mine now and you only touch it when I say so."

"Jaze," Stewie moaned breathlessly. "Please."

"Ah, the impatience of youth," Jaze sighed dramatically before engulfing the whole of Stewie's length into hot wetness.

"Jaze!" Stewie screamed his lover's name. Already teased to the brink of his endurance, the inexperienced younger man climaxed almost immediately, filling Jaze's mouth with his thick crème. Jaze's appetite was voracious, the older man swallowing all his lover could provide before reluctantly releasing his prize. He gazed at the beautiful face of the sated young man, smiling widely.

"I think I want to start all my days like this," he said, his voice dark and seductive. "With you in my mouth, spilling your essence. You want that, baby?"

"Oh yes, Jaze," Stewie panted. "Want you in me. Please," he begged shamelessly. His hands caressed Jaze's short dark hair and down the beloved face to trace the full lips.

"You can have me, love," Jaze assured. "You sure you're not too sore from last night?" he asked solicitously.

"I'm sure, love" Stewie replied.

"Good," Jaze husked. "He looked at Stewie with such desire, love and lust that the younger man shivered in anticipation and renewed arousal. "The question is how to have you," he growled. "Maybe I should take you on your hands and knees, or maybe on your back, your legs spread wide for me."

"Jaze," Stewie moaned. "He had never believed that words could be arousing, but Jaze's were, helped by the seductive tone the older man employed. He found his mouth covered by Jaze's and he could taste his release in the bigger man's mouth. He sucked eagerly on Jaze's tongue before his own was captured and ravished leisurely. Jaze had no intention of forgetting that Stewie was still almost a virgin and wanted to ensure Stewie enjoyed their second mating as much as their first. He sucked another passion mark onto Stewie's neck, relishing the way the younger man responded to his words. Stewie was the most responsive lover Jaze had ever known and would be the older man's last. He instinctively knew he had met his soul-mate and last night had committed for life to the special man beneath him. Remembering their previous love-making, Jaze rolled them so Stewie was now above him.

"Your turn, baby," he urged softly. "Explore me."

M...my turn," Stewie stuttered looking at the bigger man with wide eyes. 

"I don't want a sexual sub, Stewie," Jaze said. "I may be dominant and I think we both enjoy that," he smiled at the emphatic nod from the younger man. "But I want you to be as comfortable touching me as I already feel touching you. I want to make love with you, baby," he said his large hands framing Stewie's exquisite face. "But first I want you to touch me."

"I love you, Jaze," Stewie said, adoration making the sapphire eyes glow. He moved to straddle the bigger man smiling with pleasure at the feel of the lightly furred, muscular thighs against his own smooth skin. "I love how hairy you are," he offered blushing.

"I love the smoothness of your skin, love," Jaze assured. "That makes us very compatible."

Smiling, Stewie nuzzled the goatee beard and then kissed down Jaze's jaw. Shuffling further down Jaze's legs, Stewie sucked each prominent dark pink nipple, relishing the soft groan this engendered from his bigger mate. He moaned himself at Jaze reached to cup each of his nether cheeks, pulling them apart and kneading them. Finally Stewie reached Jaze's groin. Remembering his desire from earlier he rubbed his face into the thick pelt of pubic fur. He inhaled Jaze's unique musk and felt his own shaft harden as he nuzzled the base of Jaze's. He kissed the reddened head and then licked slowly up the underside. His reward was a drawn out groan and Stewie was thrilled he was arousing Jaze. He took the head into his mouth and sucked before licking cat-like at the slit and swallowing Jaze's pre-come. Moving lower, he reached the heavy, furred sac. Carefully he took each precious oval it contained individually into his mouth and sucked gently. A strong hand in his hair, tugging insistently made him look up.

At the sight of his mate, the blond hair dishevelled, the angelic face flushed, lying between his spread thighs, Jaze almost lost his control and came. With a supreme effort, he reached down and squeezed the base of his throbbing shaft hard. He wanted to come inside his young lover.

"I want you, love," he husked. "I need to be inside you now."

"Take me, Jaze," Stewie offered without hesitation. He rolled off the older man, spreading his legs in wanton supplication.

Jaze coated his fingers and gently prepared the slender channel. He could feel the residual looseness and slickness from their previous love-making and a primal part of his mind screamed 'Mine'. They traded open wet kisses as Jaze inserted two, then three fingers into the smaller man, brushing gently over Stewie's sweet spot to soft cries of pleasure. He raised himself over the slighter form, hooking one of Stewie's legs over his shoulder to open the younger man to him and began his slide inside. As he was fully sheathed in tight, slick heat, the older man paused to allow Stewie to accommodate to the shaft that now impaled him.

Stewie reached up to caress Jaze's face and then down to pinch gently at the bigger man's nipples. He closed his eyes and clenched his inner muscles. "Now, Jaze," he sighed.

Jaze's mouth captured his and the older man began to thrust shallowly and slowly. As Stewie began to move in tandem with the bigger man, Jaze sped up and increased the depth of his thrusts. The mewls that were spilling from Stewie's lips let him know his flesh was hitting the slighter man's sweet spot. Jaze found he didn't have to search for the perfect angle. His own large size combined with the small channel in which he had found his home meant that his deeper thrusts rubbed the gland automatically. He reached between their bodies to seek out Stewie's erection and he stroked the younger man in time with his thrusts.

Stewie threw back his head as Jaze expertly touched him. Every nerve in his body seemed alive and heat pooled deliciously in his groin as his climax moved inexorably closer. He panted as Jaze's mouth moved over his throat, sucking and biting as he stroked the slender rod between Stewie's legs. Stewie cried aloud as Jaze bit harder with controlled pressure. It was the final straw for the younger man. He came undone crying Jaze's name as his seed hit both their chests. As his internal muscles clamped down on Jaze's shaft the older man roared his own completion, filling the slender, spasming channel with his seed.

As he came down from his sexual high, Jaze rolled the two men so that Stewie now draped languorously over his broad chest. He trailed his fingers in Stewie's come and raised them to his lips sucking voluptuously. He was already addicted to his lover's crème. 

"I love you, Jaze," Stewie murmured drowsily. "Yours?" he asked.

"I love you, Stewie and yes, love you're mine. Now and always, just as I'm yours."

"Always," Stewie said and Jaze could feel the young man's smile.

"Sleep, baby," he urged. "I'll be here when you wake."

"Promise?" the word was little more than puffed air.

"I promise, Stewie," Jaze replied. "I'm never letting you go, love."

He wrapped his arms around the satiated young man and listened contentedly to the soft snuffles heralding Stewie's descent into sleep



Cobalt Blue Ch. 03



Cobalt Blue 3 - Halloween Special

The tall, muscular man walked imperiously through the throng of revellers at the night's party. He was both aware of and immune to the admiring glances that both sexes sent his way. He stood a couple of inches over six feet tall and his muscular frame was well displayed by the immaculate tuxedo he wore that evening. He filled it to perfection. His dark hair was slicked back and his goatee beard well trimmed. He had wanted to look nothing less than flawless for this special night. This night, in this place, he intended to take his Chosen. He licked his lips in anticipation and then ran them over the sharp incisors.

//The one night of the year no-one pays any attention to teeth like this// he thought with a mental smile.

His hazel eyes coolly appraised the crowd. His Chosen was somewhere in the mass of humanity. The Watcher cast his gaze around again from a second vantage point. A glimpse of gold had the Watcher focus deeper into the crowd and a rumbling growl of pleasure escaped the powerful chest.

His Chosen.

He moved closer, focusing on the sensually gyrating form. Soft, straight blond hair hung to slender shoulders. Dazzlingly blue sapphire eyes shone with joy and the Cupid's bow lips were in a wide smile. Slender bodied, the dancer moved with an elegant, sinuous grace.

The Watcher's eyes devoured the lissom form. It was clear from the way the outfit clung to every curve of the svelte body that the only underwear could be a g-string. His Chosen was in a skin-tight lycra body suit decorated with feline spots. A spotted mask was worn across the eyes and failed to detract from breathtaking beauty. A thick, furry spotted tail fastened above tight, pert buttocks completed the ensemble.

//Delicious// the Watcher mused and then frowned. He had thought his Chosen was simply dancing amongst the crowd; however from this distance the Watcher could see the other male. He growled softly, warningly.//That won't do at all//. 

He rapidly closed the distance ignoring all others till he stood behind his Chosen. He had recognised the look in the interloper's eyes; a mix of admiration and lust. //Mine// the Watcher's mind screamed. A proprietary arm looped around the slender waist and burning hazel eyes locked on the other male's. Staking his claim silently the Watcher awaited the other male's response. Fleetingly their eyes met before the other inclined their head acknowledging the prior claim. The Watcher smiled triumphantly.

"That wasn't very nice" a soft voice admonished.

"Sorry, my sweet," the Watcher purred seductively. "But you are mine."

"I am?" the blond questioned and then gasped as the Watcher's tongue laved the sensitive skin behind their ear. Simultaneously, hard flesh ground insistently against toned buttocks and sharp teeth grazed dangerously over the rapid pulse at the fragile throat.

"Oh yes, my sweet. All mine."

The Watcher continued to grind himself against the smaller body in his arms, revelling in the taste and scent of his Chosen. He permitted one hand to ghost across small nipples now hard and peaked before it drifted lower. He growled in approval at the enticing bulge.

"We can't have anyone else seeing what's mine," the Watcher purred and swung the blond into his embrace, cradling their head on his shoulder. His free hand slid possessively to the small of his Chosen's back. Now their mutual hardnesses could press together. His smile was feral as the smaller male rubbed shamelessly against him like the cat he dressed to imitate.

"I can't believe how you make me feel," the blond moaned softly. "Even with all these people around me I want you."

"Then let us have a more...private...party. One just to ourselves," the Watcher husked. "Come with me, my sweet."

He led the smaller man by the hand through the crowd, neither noticing the glances sent their way. As they emerged from the ballroom, the Watcher slid a strong arm around his Chosen's waist as though afraid they would escape him.

"Where are we going?" the soft voice asked.

"Somewhere we won't be disturbed, my sweet," the Watcher assured.

Confidently he led the young man to a large spiral staircase and up to the next floor. He had made a special study of this building. He knew all the entrances and exits and had selected this room as ideal. He was pleased to see his Chosen looked curious, not apprehensive. He produced a key and unlocked a door with a plate marked 'Linen'. He pulled the unresisting young man inside and flicked on the light. He immediately located two torches, flicking them on before switching off the main light. There was sufficient space for the men to move comfortably.

"You planned this," the soft voice held an accusatory tone and the Watcher acted quickly.

"I like to be prepared," he growled before sealing his mouth over the pouting lips he had longed to claim. Soft lips parted under his and he delved instantly into the warm wet cavern. As his tongue subdued his Chosen's, his hands moved to deftly unzip the bodysuit. He slid his hands inside to cup each taut buttock.

"Sharp," the man in his arms exclaimed as his tongue brushed against the prominent incisors.

"Then I will have to be very careful, my sweet," the Watcher growled seductively. He pulled the opened suit from the slender shoulders to expose two dark discs with alluring small brown nubs begging silently to be sucked...nipped.

The blond moaned as wet heat enveloped a sensitive nub and it was sucked gently. Alternating between each irresistible nipple, the bigger man bit and laved until they were both highly sensitised and reddened from his attentions. The blond fisted the other's dark hair arching into the oral assault. He shivered with arousal as sharp teeth grazed the erect flesh.

"Please," he begged.

"Soon, my sweet," came the dark sinful voice.

The younger man gasped at the suit was pulled to his ankles and his footwear, followed by the suit, were then pulled from his body. He looked up as the older man seemed to loom even bigger as he stood naked before him.

"I would have you naked before me at all times." The Watcher whispered darkly. "It pleases me to see you like this; naked, hard." 

The last word was whispered so sinfully the blond thought his knees would give out and he found the bigger man holding him as he trembled with arousal. The only sounds he could make were soft whimpers as wet open kisses were pressed from his chest to the small blond pubic pelt. 

The bigger man nuzzled at the slender rod that stood proudly from the small nest of blond curls. With a soft growl of appreciation the Watcher licked a swathe from root to tip and tongued the tiny slit to lap up the steadily leaking pre-come.

"Sweet," he purred sinfully. "I would taste your living essence, my beautiful one," he murmured before engulfing the engorged shaft. He sucked voraciously, one hand fondling the almost hairless sac the other squeezing tight buttocks. He carefully allowed his preternaturally sharp teeth to graze the precious flesh before sucking hard once more His reward was a scream and jets of salty-sweet crème pulsing into his mouth. He swallowed greedily, relishing the cry of completion whilst simultaneously realising the noise may have attracted unwanted attention.

//That will need remedying// the watcher thought. He licked the spent organ clean as he listened for anyone approaching.

Smiling, he stood to once again loom over the diminutive, naked form. He pushed sweat damp hair from the beautiful, flushed face.

"Taste yourself," he commanded softly as he plundered the willing mouth. As they broke apart, he placed his hand on the top of the blond head. "Kneel," he ordered and was obeyed instantly. Although the older man was already hard and leaking, the sight of the beautiful boy kneeling naked and submissively before him aroused him even more. He unfastened his pants, releasing angry red, swollen flesh. He knew he was well endowed and he caught the wide-eyed look of his Chosen. "Open your mouth and be still," he commanded. He had no intention of undoing all his good work. He inserted just the head of his arousal and slowly moved in and out of the lush lips. Removing the saliva-slick flesh, he rubbed it over each flushed cheek. "Well done, my sweet," he praised. "You have pleased me greatly."

The slender blond smiled at the praise gazing up at the man who dwarfed him. Despite the vulnerability of his nudity and the submissiveness of his position, he found them both to be erotic and arousing. There was no mistaking the sexual dominance and sheer primal power of the older man before him. His spent flesh was already half hard and had begun to refill as his mouth had been so carefully used. He instinctively knew the dominant male would not hurt him or abuse his trust.

"Stand, my sweet," the older male crooned, helping the blond to stand. "I would be inside you. Let me love you, my sweet. Let me pleasure you with my flesh. I want my essence to fill your body and for you to come when I'm buried inside you".

"Please," he blond begged shamelessly. The bewitching words had him fully erect and he longed to join with the tall, dark haired male.

The older man's smile was feral as he guided the slighter form to lean over a shelf of clean towels ensuring something soft for his Chosen's body. He nudged at the spread legs with his thighs forcing a wider, more vulnerable stance. His Chosen's hips and consequently his enticing buttocks were now canted upwards and the low growl of appreciation sent shivers through the smaller man's body. He wriggled trying to entice the older man into taking him.

"Impatient youth," the dark voice purred. Two large hands settled one to each smooth, creamy globe and pulled the blond's nether cheeks apart. The Watcher heard a soft, wanton moan as he dropped to his knees and began to explore the newly exposed flesh with his tongue.

The younger man moaned his appreciation as he felt the tongue circle his most private entrance. Then it was pushing hard, demanding entry. His body shook with arousal and he cried softly as the slick, agile muscle penetrated him. He tried to push back to take more inside himself, but the hands holding him open also held him still. He whimpered quietly with pleasure as the tongue thrust again and again into his body.

The Watcher was pleased at the responsiveness of his Chosen. He reached between the spread legs and fondled the delicate sac and the erect flesh beyond. He knew neither of them were likely to last much longer and he desperately wanted to find his release in the beautiful boy. Reluctantly he withdrew his tongue to a muted wail of loss. He quickly lubed two fingers and thrust them inside the slender channel. The younger man tried in vain to push back but the Watcher refused to allow him to move. Curling his fingers, the Watcher stroked the hidden jewel and relished the mewls of bliss the act engendered. Pressing a third inside, he scissored and stretched to ensure his mate was ready to accept his solid flesh. He removed his fingers and pulled a silk scarf from his pocket. He slid it between his Chosen's teeth, tying it securely. In regretful tones he whispered:

"As much as I loved the sounds of your climax, my sweet, I cannot risk our being disturbed."

The blond's head dropped acknowledging the truth of the words. He then wriggled to refocus the older man's attention. His yelp was muffled as a large hand swatted down on unprotected flesh. Two more swats to his left cheek were followed by three to his right and the younger man was panting with desire as his cheeks tingled. He felt the bigger man's arousal pressing at his entrance and he keened through the gag trying to signal his readiness.

The older man gazed with growing hunger at the tiny pink portal that glistened enticingly, beckoning him to paradise. He entered the slighter man in one smooth, fluid movement then stilled awaiting an indication the young man was ready. He felt the internal muscles deliberately tighten around his throbbing flesh and he knew his Chosen was ready. The feeling of the tight, velvet walls so tight around his erection was almost too much for the older man.

The larger male set a hard fast pace that rubbed the smaller man's sweet spot on every thrust. He pulled the blond upright and held him tight to his chest, his thrusts forcing the younger man onto his toes. One hand moved to pluck at already highly sensitised nipples, whilst the other moved to stroke the engorged flesh between his Chosen's legs. 

The muffled moans fuelled the bigger man's desire. He pressed open kisses to the soft honeyed skin of the blond's throat and then began to fasten his teeth into the delicate flesh. As he carefully bit down, the smaller man's pleasure reached its peak and an intense orgasm swept through the slender body. His scream was dampened by the impromptu gag. A copper taste mixed with the taste of his Chosen's seed in the older man's mouth. The contractions around his own arousal tipped the Watcher over and he felt his essence flood the small, spasming channel, his own primal roar of passion and possession muffled by the flesh of his Chosen's throat. 

He felt the blond go limp in his arms and he slowly sank to the floor cradling his Chosen in a protective embrace.

The younger man awoke to find himself secure in the bigger man's lap. He smiled joyfully, his sapphire eyes sparkling.

"That was incredible, Jaze," he said leaning to kiss his lover. His fingers touched his throat. "Did I feel..?"

"Sorry, lover," Jaze replied in contrite tones. "I didn't think about what would happen as you climaxed. My teeth did puncture the skin, but they're quite superficial scratches."

"'S ok, Jaze," Stewie smiled. "The whole thing was really hot. Those teeth are so realistic."

"Advantages of a friendship with an orthodontist,' Jaze smiled. The sharp teeth had been removed and carefully placed in a protective case. Jaze didn't want to risk any further injury to the smiling, satiated young man in his arms.

"I wasn't sure how I'd feel being naked while you remained fully clothed or about the other more obvious submissiveness," Stewie confessed.

"So long as you remember it's all about pleasure, love," Jaze said seriously. "If ever anything is less than pleasurable or you become uncomfortable we stop. Don't do things just to please me. What we do pleasures us both or we don't do it."

"It was pleasurable, Jaze," Stewie said softly as he caressed his mate's cheek. He didn't think it possible, but at that moment he thought he'd fallen even deeper in love with the older man. "I trust you and I love you, Jaze."

Large arms crushed him to a solid chest. "I love you too, baby. So damn much." Releasing the slender blond, Jaze smiled. "We'd best get you cleaned up and redressed to join the party."

"Can't we go home?" Stewie pouted adorably. "I think I like private parties with you to myself much better than having to share you."

Jaze laughed and ruffled the silky blond hair.

"We'll stay another hour, just to show willing. But you're not leaving my side," he added in the dark seductive tones that Stewie found so arousing.

Back in the hallway, Jaze locked the linen room door and headed for the linen chute where he threw the towels he had used to clean up Stewie and himself. Sliding a possessive arm around Stewie's waist, the two men headed for the stairs. The nearness of his mate with what Jaze knew to be a satiated expression played havoc with the older man's libido.

//Maybe we'll just stay for thirty minutes more// he thought with a smile and a kiss for the younger man before they descended the stairs.



Cobalt Blue Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - Loving in a Winter Wonderland

"Have I told you how great this is?" the slender blond enthused as he and the taller figure behind him gazed out at the snow-covered countryside.

"Oh only one or two ...dozen...times," came the warm amused voice of the tall, dark haired man from behind his mate. Jaze smiled affectionately as the angelic face turned towards him smiling more brightly than the sun on the snow outside their Scottish cabin. Slender, strong arms wrapped around his waist and Stewie leant into his older lover's muscular body. Automatically Jaze's arms dropped from Stewie's slim hips to the taut buttocks and in a well practiced manoeuvre, light flowed against dark to wrap long toned legs around a solid waist and began to pepper the beloved face with kisses.

"Well thank you again," Stewie smiled. "You're the best, Jaze," he added nuzzling into the juncture of neck and shoulder of the older man and inhaling the clean, masculine scent of his mate.

"Love you, Babe," Jaze growled softly into a small ear.

"Love you, too," Stewie replied.

Jaze carefully swung the slighter man around to a peal of musical laughter. He then lowered the precious young man to the ground and Stewie cuddled close. Jaze held the blond tightly and smiled as he thought back to their arrival at the cabin earlier that day and how child-like in his excitement Stewie had been.

Jaze had got a loan of the holiday cabin on the west coast of Scotland from a good friend. Although the cabin was set in a forest with neighbours a good distance away, they were still in driving distance of Oban where they could get the ferry over to the isle of Mull.. An unexpected snowfall had covered the area with a thick layer of clean white snow with more predicted as on the way. They would have two full days at the cabin before travelling home again. The four days break enough to recharge their batteries. Jaze wanted Stewie to enjoy his first visit to Scotland and so far the younger man was enchanted.

The cabin boasted a kitchen/diner, bathroom and sunken living room on the ground floor. In the living room, a circular settee framed a beautiful, large real fire. Jaze's smile widened at the thought of the space between the settee and fire. He had quite definite plans for that space. Upstairs was a large bedroom with an enormous bed. Jaze had plans for that, too. Stewie had run inside examining everything with such enthusiasm that it took Jaze's breath away and he was glad he'd arranged this pre-Christmas treat.

"Let's go play in the snow," Stewie begged, turning large turquoise eyes on the older man. 

"My lover...the big kid," Jaze sighed theatrically, but he knew he was powerless to resist either the big eyes or the pleading tone.

"Please," Stewie added, his eyes darkening. "I promise to be a really good boy later," he said huskily.

"Imp," Jaze laughed swatting the pert rear. "Ok, outside," he ordered. Jaze's smile was feral as he quickly retrieved some special supplies from the bags he had packed. In his haste to enjoy the snow, Stewie didn't even notice.

For a while the men were simply content to walk in the snow-blanketed forest and take in the clean air and noise free environment. They held hands and traded kisses without any fear of censure. Finally Stewie had run to begin a snowball fight and the forest rang with their combined laughter. Jaze won by sneaking round on his younger mate and shaking a snow-laden tree that succeeded in covering Stewie making him look like a living snowman. Jaze helped brush off the snow from the blond and then enveloped him in a warm embrace. Slowly the embrace became an exploration of the warmly clothed body. 

"Want you, Stewie," Jaze's voice was a rough caress of warm air into Stewie's ear. Jaze felt the slender body tremble and knew it had nothing to do with the frozen landscape around them.

"Out here?" Stewie demurred. He wanted Jaze, but gazed around wide-eyed at the thought of making love where they stood.

"There's no-one here but us, love" Jaze said, his hand sliding to rub insistently at a cloth covered bulge at Stewie's groin. He was pleased to feel the flesh harden further under his touch.

Jaze," Stewie moaned softly and Jaze knew the younger man had already capitulated. Stewie's natural shyness was no defence against Jaze's erotic demands. Blood pooled at Stewie's groin and as Jaze shamelessly kneaded his responsive flesh, Stewie's higher reasoning fled in the face of overwhelming desire.

Jaze kissed the smaller man deeply, feeling the blond become pliant in his arms. Jaze knew he had a wide exhibitionist streak, but endeavoured not to compromise Stewie's naturally shyer personality beyond the young man's comfort zone. He would never force Stewie where the other male felt uncomfortable, but the cabin's relative isolation had made the older man dream that loving outdoors would be an option. He just hadn't banked on the snow. He growled happily, one hand still working its magic on the bulge between Stewie's legs while the other fumbled in his pocket.

Ensuring Stewie was turned away from him, Jaze quickly donned the black leather gloves before reaching round to caress Stewie's cheek. He turned Stewie to face him and noted with satisfaction the way Stewie's eyes had darkened with desire.

"Up against the tree, love" Jaze commanded his voice dark and smooth. Jaze stood at Stewie's side as the smaller man positioned himself. He stood as though ready to be frisked; bent at the waist, legs spread wide, his hands on the trunk of the tree. Jaze smiled as he took in the way the vulnerable position canted Stewie's pert rear upwards. He knew this couldn't last long; it was too cold to be undressed, even partially, for long.

Jaze unsnapped and unzipped Stewie's jeans, tugging them impatiently to mid-thigh. He heard Stewie's soft whimper as the cold air met his heated flesh. Looking down, Stewie's moan became more wanton at the sight of his aroused flesh being milked by the hand encased in soft black leather.

"You like this, baby?" Jaze crooned in Stewie's ear. He didn't bother to wait for a reply. "You like being touched like this mmm? So good, baby. So good to be able to touch you,"

Jaze's voice was dark, smooth and seductive and Stewie's trembling bore no relation to the cold air around him, all he was focused upon was the sinful voice and the talented hand. Stewie panted softly as Jaze's other hand caressed the exposed nether cheeks, kneading and squeezing the firm flesh. Several rapid swats on each cheek had them red and burning slightly and Stewie's panting became shallower and harsher. He moaned the loss of the hand then gave a pleasured cry of Jaze's name as a slick, gloved finger pressed between taut cheeks. 

Jaze could feel his own flesh throb as he alternated between watching one hand stroke Stewie's hardness and the other begin to thrust between the creamy globes. Jaze knew Stewie shared his fetish for leather and enjoyed the feel and look of the gloves on his body as much as Jaze did. Jaze had three fingers buried in his mate's body and corkscrewed the motion to stretch Stewie ready to accept him. He felt the way Stewie tried to rotate his hips and push back trying to get Jaze deeper and the older man gave a growl of approval as Stewie threw back his head as Jaze rubbed the sweet spot deep within him.

Jaze removed his fingers to a wail of loss from his mate and hurried to free his aching erection. Positioning himself close behind the smaller man, Jaze carefully entered his lover in a smooth, controlled manoeuvre. He reached around Stewie to continue stroking the erect, smooth flesh and he gave a low guttural groan as he felt Stewie's hot, tight channel ripple around his own solid need. 

"Now, Jaze," Stewie's voice was rough with arousal. "Make me yours."

As Stewie pushed back indicating his readiness, Jaze set a hard, fast pace, "Always mine, Stewie," he rumbled into the small ear. With his free hand he reached around Stewie's chest to pull the slender man tight against his chest. As his hips pistoned into slick, velvet walls he slid his free hand under Stewie's layers of clothing and tugged gently at the peaked nipples he found.

Stewie whimpered in pleasure and allowed his head to fall back on Jaze's shoulder. He loved his mate's physical strength and sexual dominance. In this position, there was nothing he could do except let the bigger man pleasure him. Jaze was fully in control of his body; fingers rolling and gently pinching his nipples, a hand stroking his burning rod and Jaze's own solid shaft thrusting inside him deeply, striking his sweet spot every time.

"So close," he panted. "So close. Oh, Jaze...oh, oh...JAZE!" Stewie cried his lover's name to the clear blue skies uncaring of who might hear.

Jaze's eyes feasted on the ecstatic look on the smaller man's face. He felt the slender channel clench rhythmically around his solid shaft as Stewie reached his zenith. He watched as Stewie's crème pulsed over his gloved hand, the whiteness contrasting sharply with the black leather and with a primal roar, snapped his hips deep inside the slighter figure to find his own release.

"MINE," he bellowed as his seed flowed inside the beloved body. He kept tight hold as Stewie sagged spent in his arms. Finally, the older man's spent sex began to soften. He unsheathed himself and, ensuring Stewie could stand unaided, Jaze quickly tidied them both up. Turning Stewie to face him, Jaze gazed into loving, satiated cerulean eyes. As Stewie's arms came out, Jaze enfolded the smaller man into a tight embrace and kissed him thoroughly.

"Love you, Stewie," he murmured into a tiny ear. "Love you so much."

"Love you, too," Stewie replied, nuzzling at Jaze's neck.

"Let's get back and get you warmed up properly," Jaze said, pulling the slender form close as they headed back to the cabin.

As the two men jostled their way into the cabin, Jaze swatted the pert rear as Stewie wriggled enticingly, glancing over his shoulder at the bigger man with a smouldering glance.

"Shower," Jaze commanded softly. "Then we're preparing dinner."

"You're not joining me?" Stewie asked, pouting unashamedly.

"No pouting," Jaze laughed kissing the chilled lips. "I'll be there in two minutes. I just need to get something from the car."

"'K," Stewie said as he headed towards the bathroom.

Jaze was out to the car and back in seconds. He left the large rolled object lying close to the settee by the fire, confident his younger mate wouldn't notice it. He then stalked to the bathroom door and paused, his eyes greedily taking in the sight before him. 

Stewie stood in the shower, water cascading over the honey-tinted, lithe body making the young man look like an exotic water nymph. Jaze relished the glorious nudity of the form before him, knowing he would never tire of the sight. Although heat pooled in the older man's groin and his flesh tightened and twitched in appreciation, Jaze was in no hurry to become re-aroused. He had plans for after dinner and getting aroused again, so soon, could interfere with those plans. With a fortifying breath, Jaze quickly stripped off his clothes and squeezed in close to his beautiful young lover. Both men relished the intimacy, touching and caressing each other freely. Jaze resisted the temptation to minister to Stewie's half hard flesh. Instead, he kissed the smaller man before urging them out of the shower to dry off. The men simply donned sleep pants and tops once dry and headed to the kitchen.

Stewie's culinary skills were non-existent, but Jaze enjoyed cooking. He directed Stewie into dicing up salad to accompany the already prepared home-made lasagne. Allowing Stewie to chop happily, Jaze left the younger man to continue saying he would ensure the fire was fully built up before preparing garlic bread. As Jaze had predicted, Stewie was so engrossed by the task allotted to him, he failed to notice the additional activity Jaze engaged in when tending to the fire.

Returning to the kitchen area, pleased with his preparations, Jaze waited for a suitable opportunity to put his arms around Stewie's trim waist. He rested his head on the smaller man's shoulder and sighed with contentment.

"I love you," he murmured quietly. "I know it's just been a few months but I can't envisage life without you."

"Same here, lover," Stewie agreed putting his hands over Jaze's, loving the way his older lover surrounded him. He tilted his head in silent offering and Jaze kissed his way up the proffered throat and then the lush lips. He wanted a slow, gradual build up of sexual tension. 

They teased and bantered with each other and throughout the meal, they trading caresses and kisses that grew more heated and prolonged. By the time they had finished eating, Stewie's bright blue eyes were darkened with the same desire that smouldered in Jaze's hazel orbs.

"Put the dishes in the sink, love," Jaze directed. "Then join me by the fire."

Stewie complied with his lover and then came round the settee to join the older man. As he gazed down, his breath caught and his expressive eyes widened. Unconsciously he licked at suddenly dry lips. Jaze lay naked and hard in front of the fire, his eyes so dark as to be black as he slowly stroked his impressive length. Stewie felt saliva flood his mouth and he wanted to taste the bigger man. To Stewie, Jaze was the epitome of masculinity. Dark hair covered the broad chest and through which two prominent, dark pink nipples peeked. It then dusted over the toned abdomen. Beneath his navel a trail of dark hair led to a lush dark pubic pelt of curls that framed the solid shaft that beckoned to the younger man. Next to Jaze's raw maleness, Stewie often felt like a boy pretending to be a man, but recognised that Jaze truly loved him the way he was. His slender physique belied his strength. His slender, hairless chest boasted twin dark discs that Jaze found totally irresistible and Stewie had never known could be a source of such erotic pleasure. Stewie's slender rod was already jutting proudly from its small nest of blond curls. 

"Your body is perfection, love," Jaze purred seductively as though reading the younger man's mind. "Absolutely gorgeous, come here, lover."

As soon as Stewie took another step forward, he froze again and gasped with unexpected pleasure. The sight of Jaze and the dancing shadows cast by the fire had ensured Stewie hadn't noticed what lay beneath his feet. He looked down with a wide smile at the decadent shearing rug that he now realised Jaze was lying upon. He ran a bare foot over the soft warm material.

"Call it a pre-Christmas present, baby," Jaze smiled and petted the space between himself and the fire.

Stewie threw off the sleep pants and top almost throwing himself next to the bigger male and rubbed himself sinuously over the rug.

"You're the best, Jaze," Stewie said in a low husky voice that sent a jolt to Jaze's already hard flesh. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Stewie straddled Jaze's body and then leant down to cover Jaze's face with tiny butterfly kisses. Finally he settled his lips over Jaze's, running his tongue over Jaze's lips before plunging his tongue inside the warm, welcoming cavern. Their tongues danced languidly and Stewie moaned softly when Jaze sucked gently on the welcome, slick invader.

Jaze's hands caressed and stroked soft skin that glowed gold and amber from the fire's dancing flames. He was rarely the passive partner, both men preferring his sexual dominance. However, with Stewie, Jaze knew he had found a mate in whom he could trust implicitly. With that trust came a hitherto willingness to be vulnerable. He moved a hand to caress silken gold tresses as Stewie moved lower to lave and suck at the nipples he'd coveted earlier. 

Stewie licked and nipped lower again to nuzzle happily in his lover's abundant pubic fur. The position allowed hard, hot flesh to rub against his cheeks and Stewie inhaled the scent of Jaze's musk and arousal. Stewie knew that having Jaze's pre-come on him was a turn on for the older man and he raised his head to allow his face to rub against the dark red head of Jaze's staff and heard the low groan of arousal deep in his lover's chest. He allowed his tongue to follow the path of the shaft's prominent vein from root to tip and back again and then suckled softly on the sensitive flesh, relishing the salty taste of Jaze's arousal.

Jaze urged Stewie from straddling his legs and as the younger man knelt obediently at Jaze's side, Jaze locked gazes with him as he planted his feet on the rug, allowing his legs to fall open in blatant invitation. Jaze heard the soft moan from Stewie at the sight of the bigger man so open as the smaller man repositioned himself between the wide-flung thighs.

Stewie carefully took each precious oval in his mouth in turn, gently rolling them before laving the sac with his soft tongue. With a final look at his mate, Stewie ducked his head lower and Jaze gave a long low moan of pleasure as Stewie's tongue began to rim dusky furled flesh. He was unaware of the hastily placed cushion behind Jaze's head as the bigger man strived to watch as his lover pleasured him with his tongue. Jaze began to pant harshly as the tip of Stewie's tongue gently breached the entrance to his body.

"Need you, baby," he said hoarsely. His shaft ached with the need for release and the sight Stewie presented as he raised his head: mussed blond hair, face flushed from his exertions, only added to Jaze's desperation. Stewie flowed up Jaze's body to fuse their mouths together and Jaze moaned at his intimate taste in Stewie's mouth.

Carefully, Jaze rolled their bodies so that he loomed over his slighter mate. His hands caressed and roamed imperiously over the slender nude form. His mouth descended on Stewie's left breast, suckling as much of the sensitive tissue into his mouth as he could. He then nipped and laved at the small cinnamon bud. Lapping across skin made burnished gold by the firelight, Jaze repeated his action on the neglected twin nub. He heard Stewie's quiet mewl of pleasure and then Stewie's hands were in his hair, holding his head against Stewie's breast as the younger man arched into the caress.

Jaze's tongue lapped down Stewie's body until he reached the small thatch of curls that seemed aflame with golden fire. As Jaze nuzzled between the toned thighs, Stewie instantly spread his legs wide, inviting his mate into his hidden depths. Jaze used one powerful arm across the back of Stewie's thighs to display the smaller man to his gaze. He stared with a ravenous hunger at the tiny pink portal now exposed. He swooped down, his tongue the erotic spear by which he impaled his young love. His tongue touched velvet heat and Stewie's most intimate taste inflamed Jaze's desire further. His primal growl sending shivers throughout Stewie's slender form.

Stewie strained to reach Jaze's head as his lover's slick, agile muscle thrust into his intimate depths. As he felt Jaze's tongue move within him it fuelled his already raging arousal.

"More, please," he begged hoarsely

Jaze reached for the lube he had hidden earlier as he continued to pleasure his lover with his tongue. Slicking two fingers liberally, Jaze moved to take Stewie's aching shaft into his mouth as he pressed the lubricated fingers into the smaller man's body. He sought out and stroked Stewie's hidden sweet spot and relished the sweet cries of pleasure that spilt from his mate's lush lips. 

Stewie held to Jaze's head as his anchor amidst the maelstrom of sensation. His lover's mouth and tongue on his eager flesh and a third finger had crowded into his tiny channel to stretch and ready him for his mate's solid sex.

"Now, Jaze," he pleaded, head thrashing in response to the need and desire coursing through his veins. "In me now."




Cobalt Blue Ch. 04



Jaze released the tumescent organ from his mouth. He didn't care how primitive he sounded, but at Stewie's words, the bigger man had the overwhelming desire to claim that which was his. He had spent man lonely years before Stewie had entered his life and his heart. Jaze could still scarcely believe on occasion that the golden angel lying beneath him loved and desired him. He coated his throbbing length and hooked one slender limb over his shoulder to expose the tiny glistening portal to pleasure. Slowly he sank into tight, slick heat, the velvet walls massaging his flesh as he slid deep inside. Finally he came to rest fully sheathed in Stewie's body. Keeping his weight on his forearms, Jaze began to stroke deep and slow in the molten depths. As he thrust, his lips and teeth caressed and nipped Stewie's throat and shoulders. Bracing to take his weight on one powerful arm, he squeezed Stewie's sensitive breast, pinching gently at the tight cinnamon nub.

Stewie felt Jaze ease slowly inside him until his body held his mate's manhood inside it. He heard their simultaneous moan of pleasure at the intimate union. As soon as he was ready he hitched his hips and Jaze began to thrust slowly inside him. Jaze's mouth and teeth as well as the hand working his breast left Stewie dizzy with desire. Incoherent mewls of pleasure were heard and Stewie only dimly realised he was the one making them. His hardness was held tightly between them and as Jaze thrusts became harder, deeper and more powerful, the delicious friction it received had Stewie teetering on the edge of oblivion. His hands clutched at and stroked Jaze's powerful neck and shoulders. He kissed the bigger man hard and deep, thrusting his tongue into Jaze's mouth to the same tempo as Jaze thrust into his body and he could feel his climax begin to unfurl. He keened softly, wordlessly as he was so close...so close.

Jaze recognised his mate's imminent release. He increased the sped and force of his thrusts, pounding hard and fast into pliant flesh. He could feel his own release gather momentum and his semen surged as his completion neared.

"Come for me, Stewie," Jaze husked, his voice dark with desire. "Come mine own."

Stewie screamed Jaze's name as the bigger man dropped his head to bite at Stewie's exposed throat whilst simultaneously pinching the over-sensitised nipple beneath his fingers and pressing his length hard against Stewie's prostate. Stewie felt like he was flying and falling apart. Lights danced before his eyes and he could scarcely catch a breath. He was aware of Jaze's own primal roar as thick pulses of Jaze's seed filled his clenching channel before all went dark.

As Stewie's body bucked and convulsed in sexual ecstasy, the warm wetness between their bodies triggered Jaze's own climax. He threw back his head roaring his passion and possession as he pressed as deep into the warm willing body below him. He felt his seed flood the spasming channel ad he groaned pleasurably as Stewie's orgasmic aftershocks continued to milk his length. Finally spent, he panted harshly, the effort of refraining from collapsing on the slight body causing him to tremble. Slowly and carefully he rolled their still-joined bodies to allow Stewie to lie across his heaving chest. Jaze was content to hold his beautiful boy while Stewie recovered.

Stewie slowly came to the awareness that he was lying on Jaze's broad chest and he opened an eye a fraction. With a satisfied sigh, he wrapped his lips around the enticing dark pink bud and suckled at Jaze's breast. He felt Jaze's hand stroke his head as the bigger man arched into the erotic caress gently to not dislodge the smaller man. After a moment, Stewie repeated the action on the neglected twin. Satisfied with the symmetry, Stewie lifted his head to prop himself against Jaze's shoulders to gaze into warm hazel depths. He tried to convey his adoration through his gaze.

"I love you, Jaze," he said. "Thank you for everything: the cabin, the rug and for loving me."

"I don't need thanks for that, baby," Jaze purred. For the first time in his life, Jackson Kingston knew true, unconditional love. Stewie didn't love him for his image or his money, the younger man still unaware of the older man's wealth. Stewie loved Jaze and in return was loved and adored by the bigger man. That it was primitive, Jaze didn't care, in his mind Stewie was his and Jaze had never been happier. "You light up my world, baby and make it a better place to be. I can't imagine a life without you." 

The incandescent smile from his young love truly lit up the room and Jaze was proud he had been the one to out such joy in Stewie's expressive eyes. 

Stewie also rewarded the bigger man with a flurry of kisses before nestling down comfortably at Jaze's side. As Jaze's breaths evened out, Stewie's mind was working overtime. Christmas was only a few weeks away and the younger man was desperate to find the ideal present; something that Jaze would enjoy as well as convey to Jaze all that the blond young man wanted it to. Something very special and unique to them. As he watched the flames, red ribbons seemed to dance and play and an idea began to form. The question would be whether he had the courage to see it through...



Cobalt Blue Ch. 06 Pt. 01



The Cherokee jeep pulled up outside the exclusively named hotel and spa and the dark haired driver turned to smile at the surprised gasp of his blond companion. He gazed at the angelic face, the luscious lips open in an 'o' of shock.

"Think you can put up with spending a couple of days here, love," he asked, his warm voice resonating with amusement. He reached to caress a slender, toned thigh.

"When you said you'd manage to secure a couple of days at a spa to relax, I never dreamt it would be *this* one," came the whispered response. "I know how exclusive and expensive this place is."

"The owner is a friend," Jaze smiled trying to relax his mate. "You gave me the most wonderful Christmas surprise, love; I wanted to do something that would be equally memorable for you." The mellow voice dropped lower, becoming like a dark silk caress in the small ear. "I can hardly wait to take you in a Jacuzzi, baby." His hand moved from the thigh he still caressed to tenderly cup the clothed bulge at his lover's groin. "Seems you like that idea, too, Stewie," he laughed softly.

"Oh yeah," Stewie breathed, hitching his hips a little to deepen the contact. He gave Jaze an incandescent smile. Leaning over he pressed his lips to his mate's and the two kissed tenderly. Stewie's hand encountered a similar bulge to his own between Jaze's muscular thighs and gave it a gentle squeeze. "And it looks like I'm not the only one," he giggled, the nervousness he'd initially felt on arriving beginning to dispel with the growing intimacy.

Jaze re-started the jeep to take it to be garaged.

//You don't know the half of what I have in mind, love// he thought as the vehicle moved forward.

The hotel foyer was magnificent in gold gilt and white marble. Jaze and Stewie walked towards the glamorous receptionist. Stewie was too enthralled with the foyer that boasted a huge real Christmas tree as well as natural winter greenery as its decorations to notice the disparaging look the two men received from her. Jaze was unconcerned. When driving, wherever possible, he dressed for comfort. It was obvious that the immaculately groomed and manicured young woman thought they were in the wrong place. However, as Jaze gave his name, her demeanour instantly changed. She smiled ingratiatingly and oozed charm.

"Mr Kingston," she breathed in a girly voice. "Mr Rawlings asked to be notified as soon as you arrived. He wants to escort you personally."

Jaze nodded politely as she picked up a phone to make the call. He was tempted to be annoyed at the initial reaction they'd encountered, but as Stewie had been oblivious he decided not to make an issue of it. He wanted Stewie to enjoy this treat.

A few minutes later and a delighted shout disturbed the air.

"Jaze!" came an enthusiastic voice. 

Stewie turned to seek the source and came almost face to face with Daniel Rawlings. He was younger than Stewie would have imagined for owning such an establishment. He was a little taller than Stewie, but slimmer to the point of border-line thinness. His hair was blond and short, but the dark eyebrows gave away the true colour of his hair. His clothes and Rolex watch screamed his wealth. Stewie could only watch stunned as Daniel breezed past him and pulled Jaze into a tight hug, kissing each cheek.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Jaze," the young man said sincerely.

"Looks like you've continued successfully here in your father's footsteps, Danny," Jaze relied, gesturing vaguely around him.

"A few changes here and there, just to keep up to date with people's expectations," Danny smiled.

"Danny, I'd like to introduce you to my partner," Jaze said indicating Stewie. "Daniel Rawlings, this is Stewart Donovan, but he's normally known as Stewie."

"Stewie," Danny nodded politely as he extended his hand.

As they briefly shook hands, artificial blond rapidly assessed real. Stewie's blond hair fell like golden silk to his shoulders. His sapphire blue eyes held a tinge of apprehension, but radiated intelligence. His cheeks were high and sculptured and the lips a Cupid's bow. Although Stewie was slender, Danny recognised there was a hidden strength in the lissom body. As Danny released Stewie's hand he angled his head to turn a calculating look at the man who was a friend of both him and his father. Jaze was taller and more muscular than the man introduced as his partner and exuded raw male power. His dark hair was still cut short and he still sported a goatee. Danny could see the hazel eyes were fixed on the other blond and he could see the love that shone in them. 

Danny gave a mental sigh. Jaze's call for a favour to spend two days at his spa had piqued Danny's curiosity and excited the younger man. He'd always been attracted to Jaze in an indefinable way, but the spark had always seemed to be missing. There was no mistaking the spark between these two men. Danny resigned himself to the notion he would never be anything more than a friend and determined that as Jaze had entrusted him with his partner's well-being, he would do everything he could to ensure both men's stay was enjoyable and memorable.

"I wanted to give Stewie a special gift," Jaze's warm voice broke into Danny's reverie. "A couple of days here seemed to fit the bill perfectly." As he spoke, Danny's body had obscured Stewie's view of Jaze and so the younger man failed to see the smile and nod that passed between the other two men.

"I'm sure I've matched your requirements, Jaze," Danny said smoothly as he sketched an elaborate bow.

Stewie glanced between each man, uncertain. He sometimes found it hard to believe someone as handsome and charismatic as Jaze would be interested in him. A strong hand suddenly caught his arm, pulling him into a loving embrace. He looked up into hazel eyes that left no doubt as to their owner's innermost feelings.

"I love you, Jaze," he murmured, burying his face into Jaze's strong shoulder.

"I love you, Stewie," Jaze replied nuzzling the smaller man's temple, recognising Stewie's insecurity. "Only ever you, love," he added quietly.

"If you're ready?" Danny asked smiling. 

Jaze kept hold of Stewie's hand as he picked up their small suitcase. He led Stewie behind Danny trusting that his friend had indeed met his requirements.

Danny strode ahead jauntily. Jaze had made some very specific requests as part of his favour. However, Danny was quite certain he'd not only met, but had succeeded in exceeding that asked of him. He was as excited about Jaze's reactions as Jaze would be about his partner's. He took the pair to the top floor of his hotel and then into another small lift that went to one of the penthouse suites. He handed Jaze a duplicate of the key that had granted him access to the exclusive lift. 

"Your rooms, your lift," he said smiling. "Privacy," he winked at Jaze. As they stepped out of the lift, he handed Jaze a card key. "Your suite," he said indicating the door opposite. He opened the door and stood back as his guests entered. His smile widened at the twin gasps. 

The living room boasted a gas fire that gave the impression of a real log fire. The large mantle was decorated with natural greenery. A large tree stood by French windows that led to a balcony overlooking the gardens and a fountain. The ceiling, however, had the two other men riveted. Above them was a roof of glass that gave the appearance that their ceiling was the sky. As Danny ushered them into the bedroom, they found the ceiling there was also glass. The room was dominated by a large four-poster bed that didn't have a canopy. Therefore when lying in bed, the occupants would feel as though they were sleeping under the stars. Off the bedroom was the bathroom. In here the ceiling was covered. It was the same gold and white marble as the foyer and in the centre was a generously sized Jacuzzi. 

Danny regarded his friend and their partner. He grinned happily. Although Stewie was not Danny's type, as he stood there taking everything in, Danny found he looked adorable. However as he turned to regard Jaze, Danny was barely able to contain his gasp and could do nothing whatsoever to prevent the sudden surge of blood to his groin. Jaze's eyes were half-lidded and devouring Stewie and the smile was nothing short of feral. Ruefully, Danny wished he'd be the recipient of a gaze of that intensity. Surreptitiously he re-arranged his wayward flesh and began to leave.

"The massages you booked will be ready on schedule," he called over his shoulder. As he shut the door to the suite he leant against it with a groan and palmed the prominent bulge in his expensive slacks. He pulled out his mobile and with a wicked smile hit speed-dial. Receiving a favourable response, Danny was grinning widely as he entered the exclusive lift.

Jaze wrapped strong arms around his stunned lover.

"You like it, baby?" he asked.

"Jaze," Stewie spoke in a small, awed voice. "How can you possibly afford this? This is *the* most exclusive spa."

"I have some money behind me, love," Jaze said being purposefully vague. Now wasn't the time to let Stewie know just how much money was behind the enigmatic, older man. That was something he intended to do as gradually as circumstances allowed. "I'm not the type to flaunt it," he added as he nuzzled at Stewie's temple. "Besides, I know Danny."

"Well?" Stewie asked before he could censure his wayward tongue. He felt the embrace tighten.

"Danny has and will never be my lover," Jaze said quietly. He caressed Stewie's lower lip with his fingers in a tender gesture. "I have you, love and you are all I have ever wanted and all I will ever need."

"Sorry," the younger man whispered as he held tightly to the bigger man.

"No need for apologies," Jaze smiled. He tilted Stewie's face upwards to gaze into the cerulean depths. "We're here to relax and enjoy ourselves." He scooped Stewie into his arms without warning and strode to the bed. He dropped the smaller man in the centre, following the lithe body with his own and claiming Stewie's lips in a deep kiss. He slowly ravished Stewie's mouth, entwining their tongues in a slow erotic dance. As he ended the kiss he gave a mischievous smile. Stewie squealed as Jaze ruthlessly exploited every ticklish spot he knew on his lover's body until Stewie's eyes were sparkling with joy. Only then did the older man allow his touches to become slower and more intimate, until Stewie was moaning softly and their kisses were becoming more heated.

Jaze allowed his weight to settle a little more on the smaller body and mated their mouths again. His tongue slide sensuously against Stewie's before he sucked it into his own mouth. Stewie's mewls of pleasure were breathed into Jaze's mouth as he stroked Jaze's shoulder and back, trying to pull the bigger even closer between his willingly parted thighs. Jaze was rewarded by a breathless giggle as he dropped a kiss to the tip of Stewie's nose.

"I've arranged a massage, baby," he told the relaxed blond. "We need showers, so you hop in first whilst I unpack. After we're showered I can take you on a quick tour."

Stewie was surprised and somewhat disappointed that Jaze didn't share the shower. Stewie was tempted to relieve the aroused flesh jutting proudly from his small nest of blond curls on his own, but knew he would rather share his passion with his mate. As Stewie walked naked into the bedroom, he saw the leisure tops and pants with the spa's exclusive logo laid out on the bed. 

"I arranged for these when I booked. Saved us packing anything to lounge around in. I'll be two minutes," he smiled as he rushed to take his own shower. 

Stewie was stunned at the opulence of the spa. There were well maintained gardens that had many intimate seats for couples, as well as beautifully tended topiary and elegant fountains. Inside there was a fully fitted gym and full sized swimming pool. There were saunas and Jacuzzis and a fully equipped beauty parlour offering their treatments to both sexes. Stewie was led to one of the masseurs. He was a large, muscular man of similar height and build to Jaze, dressed in white linen trousers and t-shirt emblazoned with the spa's logo and the name Michael.

"Mr Donovan," the big blond man extended a meaty hand.

"I'll leave you in good hands, Stewie," Jaze said. "Be back soon. Enjoy."

If Jaze noticed the smaller man's sadness, he didn't comment. Stewie turned his attention to the masseur standing patiently. Stewie pasted on what he hoped was a reasonable smile that didn't reach his eyes. He hadn't expected that he and Jaze would be doing separate activities.

"OK then," the masseur smiled showing even, white teeth. "If you'll undress then stretch out on the table, we can get started."

Stewie obeyed and lay face up on the table as a small towel was draped over his hips and the table then elevated to a comfortable height for the masseur. Stewie was suddenly aware of Michael's intense scrutiny. A large thick finger traced around Stewie's eyes.

"Just going to put some cream around here, Mr Donovan," he said reaching for a jar. "We'll soon banish those shadows."

Stewie had to close his eyes as the cream was applied and was surprised when an eye mask was then fitted.

"This will help you relax," Michael said as Stewie heard soft jazz playing. He took a deep breath. Jaze had probably spent a small fortune on the spa and Stewie decided to simply go with the flow. He heard the door open. "Mr Kingston was specific about the oil to use," Michael's voice continued. "I believe this is a favourite." The scent of vanilla with a hint of jasmine reached Stewie and he smiled.

"It is," he confirmed. He heard the door close again and then large capable hands were smoothing the oil over his body in strong, broad strokes. Stewie found himself relaxing and giving the odd groan of appreciation as knotted muscles were expertly loosened. A tap to his hip indicated the masseur was ready to work on the young man's back. The hands worked their magic from shoulders to lower spine and then from feet to upper thighs. Stewie felt as though his bones had melted under the ministrations. He started as the strong hands moved to knead each nether cheek. Stewie hadn't realised the towel wasn't back in place. The young man reached to remove the eye mask just as a finger breached his hidden opening.

"Beautiful," a dark silken voice purred into his ear. Stewie's movement was thwarted by the strong arm across his back, pinning him in place. The invading finger expertly stroked his sweet spot, eliciting a deep moan from the restrained blond.

"Jaze," Stewie moaned as the heavy arm moved to knead each creamy cheek. The younger man threw off the mask and gazed sultrily over his shoulder at his mate. "How long?" he asked huskily as a second finger worked its way inside him, languidly scissoring to stretch Stewie's narrow channel. He moaned as Jaze tenderly brushed his hidden jewel again.

"You didn't believe that after the wonderful present you gave me for Christmas that I'd allow anyone else to touch you did you?" Jaze growled his voice low and gravelly. He inserted a third finger into his beautiful lover as he retrieved a package. "Let me make you more comfortable," he said passing Stewie a cushion to tuck under slender hips. Stewie's hips canted perfectly for the bigger man's attentions and Stewie spread his legs to offer more intimate access. He moaned wantonly as Jaze's tongue flickered over his stretched opening as the deft fingers worked inside him.

Stewie gasped as he felt something small and unyielding press into his body. He looked over his shoulder and saw the black marble love beads in Jaze's hand. Jaze inclined his head asking a silent question. Stewie nodded his assent and pillowed his head on folded arms. He moaned Jaze's name as a second bead, slightly bigger, passed his trembling entrance. Stewie whimpered as Jaze's tongue danced in and around his opening as more beads slid inside. The feeling of fullness built slowly and pleasurably, his sweet spot was rubbed erratically and Stewie ground his hips into the pillow. Stewie gave a cry of delight as his hardness was gripped by his lover's knowledgeable hand. His lips spilt sweet cries of need and pleasure as the last bead entered him and Jaze's tongue played with his stretched opening.

"Please, Jaze," Stewie begged breathlessly. "Please, please."

Kneeling between Stewie's spread thighs; Jaze coated his aching length and then pulled the beads from the body writhing so enticingly beneath him.

Stewie wailed at the unfamiliar sensation, but before his body could be bereft of the feeling of fullness, he felt Jaze press his entire slickened shaft inside his spasming channel. Jaze's cry merged with Stewie's as he thrust hard and fast ensuring Stewie's prostate was continually struck. Stewie's hardness was stroked with the same ferocity of speed and lights danced before his eyes as the young man inexorably reached his climax. Stewie screamed Jaze's name, beyond caring who might hear. He was dimly aware of the shout of his own name as Jaze's seed filled him, before he collapsed boneless beneath Jaze's still thrusting body.

Jaze cried out Stewie's name as his orgasm was wrenched from him as Stewie's channel clenched around his length milking him of his seed. He continued to thrust into Stewie's sated body even when he knew he was empty; the smallness of Stewie's channel keeping a snug grip on his slowly softening flesh. He ensured he didn't crush the precious body as he listened to Stewie's shallow panting. As Stewie began to stir, Jaze reluctantly slid free from the younger man. He stood carefully and helped Stewie to roll onto his back. The sight of his mate; the flushed face, sweat-damp hair in disarray and his eyes heavy-lidded with satiation sent jolts to Jaze's groin that twitched dryly in response. Jaze licked up the crease between thigh and groin of each leg before suckling Stewie's softened member and then licking clean the crème adorning the slender form. Growling his pleasure, Jaze licked a trail up to the cinnamon nubs, nipping and biting each in turn. Finally, their lips met and Jaze swallowed Stewie's soft sigh of completion.

"Love you, Jaze," Stewie husked his throat raw.

"Love you, babe," the bigger man replied. He smiled at the sleepy turquoise depths. "Come on, love" he urged. "Let's get back to our room. There's a nice Jacuzzi waiting with our names on it." Jaze's voice had dropped to a silky purr and Stewie felt his replete sex quiver with renewed anticipation.

Jaze helped his mate to stand, a feral light in his eyes. He tenderly cupped the softened genitals, softly squeezing the delicate sac, allowing the precious orbs to slide apart and back together. Jaze's own flesh was already hardening at the thought of what he had planned and he was gratified to find that the gentle fondling was reawakening Stewie's shaft.

Stewie leant into his mate's protective and possessive embrace and whispered just one word.

"Yes."

Jaze kept one arm wrapped tightly around Stewie's waist as they returned to their rooms. He occasionally reached to fondle his younger lover's cotton-wrapped package, slowly building both their arousals. He was pleased Stewie was responding so eagerly and licked his lips in an unconscious gesture of desire for their anticipated pleasure. As they entered their suite, Jaze swept Stewie against the door and plundered the smaller man's mouth. He heard the low guttural moan as his tongue caressed every nuance of the warm wet cavern and his hand delved proprietarily into the leisure pants to stroke Stewie more demandingly.

Stewie melted in Jaze's arms, relishing his mate's sexual dominance. Arousal was coursing through his veins and his hips bucked in response to Jaze's ravishing. He was becoming light-headed from the ministrations as his moan of pleasure became a soft whine of distress. Jaze's body had moved away, the bigger man standing back a little.




Cobalt Blue Ch. 06 Pt. 01



"Jaze, please," he begged.

"Soon, love," Jaze promised. The bigger man's voice was a rasp of repressed desire. He scooped Stewie into his arms and laid him on their bed. He stripped them both before taking his place between slender, toned legs that opened wide in silent invitation. Jaze's fingers slid to caress the furled opening to Stewie's body and he relished the mewls of pleasure spilling from Stewie's kiss-swollen lips. He felt Stewie try to impale himself on the teasing digits.

"Please, Jaze," Stewie moaned, desperate to be filled by the man he loved.

"Wait, baby,' Jaze commanded pinning Stewie's wrists over his head in a dominant gesture. "Keep them there," he said authoratively. "No touching. I want you coming when we're in the Jacuzzi."

Stewie whimpered but didn't disobey the older man's command. Stewie knew Jaze was as aroused as he was; the bigger man's member had been digging provocatively into his stomach. He gave into the temptation to writhe on the bed, causing his engorged sex to rub lightly over his abdomen to leave a silvery trail of his need and want. He closed his eyes as he moved, silently willing Jaze to hurry.

Jaze rapidly prepared the Jacuzzi. His control had been fracturing under the erotic onslaught of Stewie's need. As he returned to the bed he felt his groin tighten with desire. Stewie was still writhing, his member waving enticingly to the bigger man; his legs spread wide displaying his needy portal to Jaze's greedy eyes.

"Good boy," he growled seeing Stewie's hands still above his head.

Stewie's yes flew open as Jaze silently reached the bed and licked at the pre-come decorating the toned abdomen. He revelled in the salty taste of his mate's need.

"You deserve a reward, baby," Jaze husked as he scooped Stewie back into his arms. The younger man immediately peppering his mate's beloved face with kisses as his arms wrapped around Jaze's broad shoulders. He latched his lips to Jaze's neck, sucking hard enough to raise a mark of his own and smiled at the low rumble of pleasure from his lover.

Jaze lowered Stewie to stand at the edge of the Jacuzzi before stepping in himself. He reached up a strong arm and assisted Stewie's descent. As he entered the water, Stewie wasted no time in straddling Jaze's powerful thighs. He licked and nipped at the strongly corded neck before sucking each thick pink-brown nipple. In return, he felt Jaze's hand cup each nether cheek, squeezing rhythmically as Stewie fed at the older man's breasts. Their twin hardnesses rubbed together gently in the bubbling water, dancing their own erotic dance of desire.

Jaze reached to coat his fingers with oil and slid two unresistingly in Stewie's still loosened channel. He growled his approval as Stewie threw back his head, riding the welcome invaders. Jaze quickly added a third finger and Stewie's breathing became panting as his sweet spot was expertly stimulated. Stewie raised himself as Jaze readied his throbbing organ. Carefully, Jaze guided Stewie down over the thick, flared head to be fully impaled on his solid shaft. Jaze gasped at the tight, velvet heat surrounding his flesh, listening to Stewie's pants as the smaller man again accustomed himself to being fully filled. He kissed and nipped at Stewie's neck raising several marks of passion and possession as Stewie sat flush at Jaze's groin.

Slowly Stewie began to raise and lower himself. As his speed picked up, Jaze added upwards thrusts of his own hips to Stewie's descent, causing the smaller man to cry out his pleasure.

"Love you," Stewie panted. "Love you, love you."

"Mine, my love," Jaze rumbled. "Only mine."

Jaze surged to his feet and Stewie instinctively wrapped his legs around Jaze's waist. Jaze pinned the slighter form to the side of the Jacuzzi, his hips pistoning hard and fast as his hands on Stewie's buttocks helped support the younger man. The change of angle allowed for deeper penetration and Stewie wailed his delight. Jaze reached between their bodies, his hand a blur on Stewie's organ. Jaze plundered Stewie's mouth with the same ferocity as he felt Stewie's hands roam over his back and on his shoulders. Jaze could feel Stewie's body shaking with his imminent need.

"Come for me," Jaze roared, his voice echoing around the bathroom. He heard Stewie's desperate whimper. "Come with me," he bellowed. Stewie's seed erupted over his hand as his own filled the contracting channel.

Stewie screamed Jaze's name as his climax wracked his slender form. He felt his channel contract around unyielding hardness and the wet heat of his mate's crème filling his willing body. Stewie's vision greyed with the intensity of his completion and he gave himself fully into his mate's care, slumping against Jaze's broad chest as his orgasm crested and waned.

Jaze's embrace tightened as Stewie's body went lax. He tenderly kissed the insensate form, moving to lift Stewie into his arms as his own satisfied sex softened and slid from its safe harbour. As Jaze began to dry them, Stewie sleepily tried to help. Jaze laid Stewie in the bed and quickly tended to the Jacuzzi before slipping next to his drowsing mate. He pulled Stewie against his powerful chest and Stewie nestled warm and safe in Jaze's strong arms. Jaze looked up at the canopy of stars above them as he lovingly kissed Stewie's damp hair.

"Thanks, love," Stewie murmured, his voice heavy with sleep. "This is beautiful."

"You are beautiful," Jaze corrected automatically. "Sleep for a while, love," he encouraged. "We have a meal booked for later tonight and another day of new experiences tomorrow."

"Mmm," Stewie hummed contentedly.

Jaze smiled as he listened to the soft sated sounds from his beloved boy. He was already looking forward to their next day of shared experiences. 



Cobalt Blue Ch. 06 Pt. 02



6: New Year, New Experiences 2 of 2

Stewie smiled at the blue sky overhead as he lay pillowed on Jaze's shoulder. However, as beautiful as the room and its view were, they couldn't compare to the sheer male masculine beauty of the man who shared their bed. In sleep, Jaze's face was relaxes, making him look younger. Stewie shivered as he gazed hungrily at the broad expanse of lightly-haired chest before him. With a widening smile, Stewie straddled Jaze's powerful thighs and leant down to gently suck at a prominent nub. Stewie felt it tighten under his tongue as he lapped and nibbled. He turned his attention to its neglected twin to bring it to similar hardness. Although Stewie heard Jaze moan softly, the older man didn't awaken.

Carefully Stewie moved lower. He trailed his tongue through Jaze's body hair, relishing the musky, male flavour. As he reached the abundant pubic pelt, Stewie rubbed his face into the curls, inhaling the more potent musk of his mate. Jaze's long, thick shaft had already arisen to greet Stewie and the younger man obligingly rubbed his face against it. Stewie's tongue laved lower to bathe the furred sac before running from root to tip of the alluring rod. At the head, Stewie lapped daintily at the pre-come pooling there. He moaned softly with desire as his mate's unique taste flooded his senses. He began to suck at the head more insistently, encouraging it to release more of the addictive liquid.

"Stewie!" Jaze awoke seconds before his orgasm thundered through him.

Valiantly, Stewie tried to swallow all that his mate could produce, but some of Jaze's crème escaped to trickle towards the smaller man's chin. Stewie sat up, but before he could do anything further, he was enfolded in strong loving arms and Jaze's tongue licked away the excess. Stewie parted his lips with a sigh as Jaze moved to kiss his slender lover and his tongue slid inside Stewie's willing mouth.

"Love you, baby," Jaze smiled as they broke apart.

"Love you, too," Stewie replied.

"Now what can I do with this little plaything?" Jaze teased as he stroked the slender shaft that jutted from the small nest of blond curls at Stewie's groin.

"Not so little," Stewie gasped as Jaze's thumb traced over the head to spread the gathering liquid. Stewie groaned as Jaze slowly licked his thumb before stroking Stewie again.

Jaze lay on his back and encouraged Stewie to straddle him, knees either side of Jaze's shoulders. Jaze then ran his tongue over Stewie's needy flesh. He flickered his tongue over the reddened head of Stewie's sex, probing at the tiny slit to encourage more of the tantalising pre-come. As addictive as this was, there was a thicker creamier nectar Jaze desired. Hollowing his cheeks, Jaze swallowed Stewie's shaft to the root, simultaneously grasping each nether cheek to pull the younger man to him. Jaze heard Stewie whimper and he felt the rocking of slender hips as his mate thrust into wet suction. As Stewie rocked gently, Jaze traced the downy declivity between the spread cheeks. Jaze managed to slide a finger beside Stewie's hardness and wet it thoroughly. Reaching behind Stewie again, he teased Stewie's opening with the finger before pushing it inside and curling it with expert precision.

Stewie rocked his hips into Jaze's demanding mouth. The wet heat that sucked at his flesh was bringing him closer and closer to completion. Jaze's hands on his cheeks, playing at his stretched entrance made him rock faster, panting with need. As the finger breached him, Stewie threw back his head and screamed Jaze's name as his seed flowed into Jaze's mouth.

Jaze greedily swallowed every drop of his mate's salty sweet crème, sucking insistently to ensure none was missed. Once satisfied his lover could produce no more, his allowed the sated organ to slide from his lips and he arranged the smaller satiated man to lie nestled close to his chest. In sated silence, the lovers lay watching the clouds chase each other through the bright blue sky.

Once up and breakfasted, Jaze never left Stewie's side. This time, everything they did was as a couple. They walked and sat a little in the manicured gardens. They swam and had a joint sauna and massage. Stewie was treated to a facial whilst Jaze settled for having a shave. They had a light lunch and again walked in the gardens. This time, however, Jaze kept a tight hold of Stewie's waist. He began to nibble at Stewie's ear and a bold hand slid to caress his cotton clad endowments.

"Let's go back to our suite, love," Jaze purred into Stewie's ear, before caressing the small shell with his tongue.

Inside the suite, Jaze led Stewie to the bedroom. He pulled the unresisting younger man into his arms and kissed him passionately, his tongue ravishing Stewie's willing mouth. Stepping away from the lithe body, Jaze retrieved their case and removed a black silk scarf. He watched Stewie carefully as he allowed it to flow through his fingers. He wrapped it over his hand and caressed Stewie's cheek with it feeling his groin tighten at the sight of the black fabric against Stewie's pale skin. He felt the shudder that ran through Stewie's body.

"Do you trust me, Stewie?" he asked voice thick with desire, the scarf held out towards the younger man.

Stewie looked at the scarf. This was something discussed but as yet not acted upon. The new experiences that he had already shared with Jaze at the spa had proven to be enjoyable to both. He wanted to experience this.

"Yes. I trust you, Jaze," he replied huskily, knowing what he was implicitly agreeing to.

"Let me do this?" Jaze asked wanting to ensure there were no misunderstandings.

"Do it," Stewie nodded.

Almost reverently Jaze stripped the lissom body of the leisure pants and top and the briefs that Stewie wore. He teased the chocolate discs that surrounded tiny cinnamon nubs with the silk and then rubbed silk-clad thumbs over the erect peaks. Next his silken hand ran over Stewie's sac and along his rising shaft. Jaze smiled proprietarily at the soft sigh of pleasure as the silk erotically caressed Stewie's body.

Jaze momentarily left Stewie as he went to arrange the pillows on the bed. He led an unresisting young man to the bed and settled him face down, his hips cradled by pillows to cant him at an ideal angle for Jaze's attentions. Jaze slid a scarf-clad hand under the raised hips to stroke Stewie once more and then tied the scarf around Stewie's eyes.

Unable to see, Stewie tried harder to hear what his lover was doing. He decided Jaze had returned to the case. Stewie was aware of Jaze returning to the bed. Silk once again caressed his erect flesh. This time it moved to tease between his spread cheeks and Stewie felt his intimate opening flutter in anticipation. A silk scarf was then pressed between Stewie's teeth and tied securely leaving Stewie blindfolded and gagged.

Jaze heard the hitch in breathing and the tensing of the smaller body that he knew was not due to excitement. He leant in close to Stewie's ear.

"You can stop this at any time, love," he said stroking the slender thighs and taut buttocks. He pressed a red silk scarf adorned with a bell into Stewie's hand. "Drop this and I stop; immediately. No questions asked game over. Understand?"

Stewie nodded as he grasped the scarf.

"Do you want me to continue?" Jaze asked. Again he received a nod.

Jaze secured Stewie's ankles and then his wrists to the bed-posts with more black silk scarves. He could hear Stewie panting through his silk gag, but the safety scarf remained tight in the smaller man's hand. Jaze stood back to admire his work and almost came from the sight alone. Stewie's pale, slender body was stretched to its limits, restrained by black silk and trembling from anticipation. His tight buttocks were angled for Jaze's pleasure; open and vulnerable. Jaze's arousal was red, hard and weeping, his pubic pelt glistened from pre-come and he hadn't even begun to pleasure them.

He nipped at Stewie's ankle just above its restraint and Stewie bucked against his restraints. Jaze repeated the action on the other ankle and then worked up each stretched limb. He sucked a mark of passion and possession on a smooth inner thigh, his groin jolting at the muffled moan. His tongue laved the hairless sac before thrusting hard against the tiny pink portal. Stewie's stifled scream encouraged him to plunge his tongue into the small opening again and again. Pulling back he coated a finger with lube and slid it effortlessly into the relaxed opening. He added a second and began to scissor his fingers, stretching the slender channel. As he added a third he leant over the captive body to lick and nip at Stewie's shoulders, sucking hard to leave another mark.

As he coated his engorges sex, he stroked a scarf over Stewie's erection and then tied it in place as a makeshift cockring. He didn't want his beautiful boy coming just yet. He lined up hid aching flesh to the glistening portal and sank inside. Searing heat enveloped his shaft. The velvet walls clung tightly to every inch of his erection as he thrust as deeply as possible, rubbing effortlessly over Stewie's sweet spot. His thrusts were slow and sweet, although his body screamed for hard and fast. Stewie's muted cries of pleasure ensured Jaze kept Stewie's welfare and pleasure foremost in mind. It soon became too much for the older man. With supreme effort he withdrew from slick, tight heat to a muffled wail from Stewie.

Jaze rapidly undid the scarves and flipped Stewie onto his back. He locked eyes with his younger mate seeing his own desire reflected in sapphire blue eyes.

"I want to see you, hear you," Jaze said roughly. "I want to see and hear your pleasure."

"Inside me, Jaze," Stewie begged shamelessly. "Please be back inside me."

Jaze draped Stewie's legs over his elbows and drove back inside the beloved body. This time his thrusts were met with Stewie raising his hips to meet them. Jaze released Stewie's legs to reach between their bodies and Stewie wrapped them tightly around the solid waist of his older lover. Heated hazel met impassioned indigo. Their mouth mated and parted to pant wetly and moan softly. Their movements were perfectly synchronised to bring mutual pleasure.

"Close, Jaze, so close," Stewie groaned, his head thrashing from side to side.

Jaze undid the scarf from the flesh he'd been stroking and Stewie arched and wailed as the blood began to flow.

"Come, baby," Jaze commanded as he pounded at Stewie's already sensitised hidden jewel. 

Lights were dancing before Stewie's eyes and waves of pleasure crashed over him again and again until he finally crested. He screamed Jaze's name as pulse after pulse of his thick crème decorated their joined bodies.

Jaze moaned as his erection was subjected to intense contractions in the wake of Stewie's orgasm. Jaze managed to thrust twice more into the spasming channel before his own climax was upon him. He roared Stewie's name, a primal sound of his passion and possession. His seed filled the willing body, branding Stewie as his and his alone. As Jaze's head dropped he met the sated eyes of his mate. Slowly their lips met and they traded slow, soft kisses as their bodies recovered.

Jaze nuzzled at Stewie's throat and the younger man instantly inclined his head to offer better access. Jaze kissed the vulnerable flesh before sucking more forcibly, wanting to leave a visible mark on his boy. Stewie moaned and writhed under the attention of Jaze's mouth and teeth. Finally he released the succulent morsel, smiling possessively at the vivid mark.

"Love you so much, Jaze," Stewie murmured softly.

"Love you, Stewie," the older man affirmed. "It wasn't too intense for you was it?" he asked. As much as he enjoyed this kind of love-play, if Stewie didn't they would never do it again.

"I was nervous to start with," Stewie confessed. "But you were so careful with me. You looked after me so well and being restrained did heighten the pleasure. I would never have lasted if you hadn't used that last scarf," he added blushing adorably.

Both men moaned as Jaze's flesh finally became too soft to stay inside Stewie's body.

"I'll ready the Jacuzzi," Jaze smiled.

As he returned from the bathroom, his sated sex twitched dryly at the sight of his beautiful young lover. Stewie lay sprawled on the bed. His legs spread wide and inviting. Black silk trailed from wrists and ankles and he had slipped into his normal post-coital sleep caressing the red safety scarf to his cheek, a soft smile playing on his lips. Jaze tenderly removed the scarves and awoke his lover with soft loving touches.

In the Jacuzzi Jaze sat Stewie astride his thighs and lovingly washed the slender body. They laughed and talked softly, enjoying the intimacy. Their sated sexes nestled comfortably together, too drained for anything more intense.

"Have you enjoyed your New Year treat?" Jaze asked as his hands cupped Stewie's buttocks to pull him close.

"I've loved it. I love you." Stewie reached behind Jaze's head to pull him down for a long slow kiss.

Happy and sated, the men relaxed into the gently bubbling water.



Cobalt Blue Ch. 07



Stewie stood in the kitchen, checking first the contents of kitchen shelves and then the fridge and freezer. As he straightened to stand upright, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist to hold him to a broad, powerful chest.

"Thanks, love," Jaze's voice husked in his ear.

"No need for thanks, Jaze," Stewie assured leaning trustingly into the bigger body. He tilted his neck, silently inviting a kiss and was rewarded by teeth and lips nibbling on his exposed throat. Lips pressed gently to kiss in a soft, loving caress before trailing open mouthed bites down to his jaw.

"The whole surveillance thing has fouled up the timing," Jaze bristled.

"I've got it covered, love," Stewie smiled. "Leo, Shaz and I have got it arranged so you only need do one afternoon stint while your friend is staying and all your nights are free."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, baby," Jaze whispered. "You take such good care of me. It's been a couple of years since I last saw Karl. But he pops up every so often and it's nice to see someone from when I was younger."

"It must be nice to have someone who is a part of your past," Stewie said. Although his words were bright, his turquoise eyes spoke another story.

"I'm sorry you had such a bad childhood, baby," Jaze said nuzzling his beautiful mate. He nipped then laved the small earlobe relishing the shiver through the slender body. "I can't change the past, baby, but we have each other now. Right?"

"Right," Stewie gasped. Any further sound was smothered by Jaze's knowledgeable tongue sliding effortlessly into Stewie's mouth to taste and tease in equal measure.

Both men jumped at the sound of the doorbell and reluctantly parted. Stewie swatted at hard, muscular buttocks.

"Go," he said laughingly as Jaze dithered between reclaiming Stewie's lips and answering the door. Receiving a swift kiss to his lips, Stewie watched as Jaze strode purposefully to the door. He hoped these days would go well. They had only been a couple for a few months and Karl would be the first outside their mutual circle to know of the relationship. Stewie was now an orphan without siblings. Jaze still had a father and younger brother. As yet it was still in the planning stages to 'meet the parent'. With a soft sigh, Stewie switched on the coffee maker and then taking a deep breath, went to meet Karl Townsman.

Good natured hugs and back-slapping were still taking place. Stewie stood back, quietly regarding Jaze's friend. Karl was almost as tall and broad as Jaze, but blond and clean shaven. Stewie also thought that Karl was starting to run a little to fat. The green eyes seemed cold and calculating and then Stewie shivered. The eyes had moved to regard him and held another look: one Stewie had seen before but didn't expect in the eyes of a friend. The eyes darkened with lust and lingered over Stewie's slim form, hovering pointedly over Stewie's groin.

"And who is this?" Karl asked, the voice sounding patronising to Stewie's ears. Suddenly Stewie wished to be anywhere but under the lustful scrutiny.

"This is Stewie," Jaze said. The pride was evident in the bigger man's voice. "My partner."

"Very nice," Karl purred and clasped Stewie's hand tightly. Too tightly. Karl smiled at the suppressed wince as he gripped the slender hand hard. "I always took you for the predicable wife and half dozen kids man, Jaze," Karl said. The tone was light but his eyes were hard as he finally released his grip. "Never saw him as a pretty-boy type," he whispered loud enough only for Stewie's ears and smiled at the colour that stained Stewie's cheeks. "Do I know his family, Jaze?" he asked over his shoulder.

"No," said Jaze. A frown marred his brow. He didn't like the way Karl seemed to be crowding his smaller lover.

"He's a bit of rough?" Karl laughed, looking again at Stewie as though he was a prime piece of meat.

"He's my *partner*," Jaze said forcefully, pushing past Karl to wrap an arm around Stewie's shoulders. "His background is of no interest to me. I love him and we are partners, equals. Understand, Karl?" he added pointedly.

"Sorry, Jaze," Karl said in a contrite tone. "We ok?"

"Sure, Karl."

Stewie noted that when in Jaze's sight, the calculating looks disappeared. He gave a mental sigh. This was going to be a long couple of days.

The rest of the evening went smoothly enough. Karl engaged Jaze in much reminiscing about time in their Universities and their sporadic meetings over the years. Stewie felt comforted by the way Jaze sat next to him demonstrating their closeness. Stewie periodically went to refill the coffee pot, Karl especially drinking the strong brew, or to top up the glasses of wine. He couldn't contribute much. He'd not been able to go to University and, as a couple they were only just beginning to learn about each other's pasts. He was also aware of the hooded-eyed scrutiny from Karl. He was relieved that an early night was proposed as Stewie had his surveillance shift the next day.

In their bed, Jaze tenderly stroked Stewie's soft skin, kissing gently as they caressed lovingly.

"You don't like Karl," Jaze voiced. The tone was that of a statement not a question.

"He did make me feel ...uncomfortable," Stewie hedged. "But it's not unusual for two people who care deeply for a third not to be particularly close themselves."

"Karl does like you," Jaze said sincerely. "He apologised to me for the way he acted this morning. He has been under some financial pressures and it was a long trip. He spoke without thinking. I know he can be a bit pretentious or snobbish..."

Soft warm lips halted any further words. Stewie knew he couldn't tell Jaze of the salacious leers, the licking of lips, the hand moving across his groin when Karl looked at Stewie. It was just something the blond decided he would have to tolerate for the sake of the man he loved. As he gazed into loving hazel eyes, Stewie just couldn't tell his lover he thought his friend a sleaze.

"Maybe things will be better tomorrow when he's relaxed a little," Stewie smiled. "However, my handsome hunk, I do not wish Karl to be a third party in our bed. But I do wish to be loved into oblivion by the man I adore."

With a wordless growl, Jaze rolled to loom over his diminutive lover. He nibbled at each of the enticing cinnamon nubs in turn until they had peaked. He then sucked each, nipping before laving the small hurt with his tongue until Stewie writhed moaning wordlessly with pleasure beneath him. Continuing his oral assault down Stewie's body Jaze cupped Stewie's sac in a large palm, allowing the precious orbs within to press together then apart. The pinpoint precision of touch causing Stewie to thrash between Jaze's spread thighs.

"Want to be in you," Jaze murmured huskily.

"Want you, need you, in me," Stewie begged throatily.

Moving to spread wide his lover's smooth, slender limbs, Jaze then stretched to reach their favourite lube. Whilst a slick finger teased at Stewie's tiny entrance, Jaze nibbled up and down the crease of thigh and groin. He lapped at the enticing beads of pre-come adorning Stewie's toned abdomen as he slid his first finger into molten heat. He took the weeping tip of Stewie's arousal into his mouth as his second finger began to scissor and twist to stretch the slender channel. Jaze engulfed the smooth, hard rod, scenting musk and arousal in the small nest of blond curls as three fingers pumped in and out of Stewie's undulating body.

"In me, Jaze. Please I need you in me." Stewie's voice was a soft mewl of desire and need.

"As you wish, love," came the dark, gravelly reply.

Jaze pressed one toned thigh to the bed, whilst pulling the other around his waist. He wanted to watch his sex slide into his lover's body. He looked at the trusting young man who trembled wantonly with need. He pressed forward sliding into slick, tight heat. He felt seared by the channel rippling around his throbbing organ as well as by the look of love in Stewie's eyes. He began a series of long deep thrusts, almost pulling completely out before plunging back inside. He watched as Stewie lifted his hips to match Jaze's rhythm and then could no longer resist kissing his mate. As his flesh slid effortlessly in desirable heat, his lips covered Stewie's. He swallowed his mate's soft moan of pleasure. Jaze's tongue plundered the sweet mouth just as his length possessed his lover's body. He moved a hand to begin to pump Stewie slowly, trying to prolong their mutual pleasure. Stewie's roll of his hips now allowed the older man to thrust more deeply whilst pushing his own need into Jaze's strong grip. With a groan, Jaze's movements began to increase in speed. Heat, pooled in their bodies, began to spiral outwards. Jaze's thrusts became insistent, demanding and Stewie was unable to deny him his desire. With a muted cry of Jaze's name Stewie spilled his seed over Jaze's hand. The tightening and spasming of the slender channel pushed Jaze over the edge. He came explosively, deep in his beloved blond's welcoming body. 

Finally spent, Jaze collapsed, trying to keep some of his weight on his arms and off his smaller lover. He nuzzled into Stewie's neck to suck a small mark of possession.

"I love you, Jaze," Stewie panted.

"Love you, too, babe," Jaze affirmed.

Jaze licked his hand clean and then cleansed their bodies as Stewie lay sated and boneless. It thrilled Jaze to know he was the only one to ever see Stewie naked, satiated and vulnerable in his post-coital bliss. He knew Stewie would be asleep very quickly and positioned them both comfortably.

"Sleep well, my sweet," Jaze whispered in Stewie's ear.

"You, too," came a breathless whisper.

Karl's behaviour didn't improve the next morning. It became apparent to Stewie that in Jaze's presence, hearing or sight, Karl would be a model of decorum. But when certain Jaze could neither see nor hear Stewie was victim to crude comments, innuendo and leering looks. Stewie resolutely ignored them. He loved Jaze and Jaze loved him and that was all that mattered. Although it was with relief rather than regret that he left for his surveillance shift.

Returning home later that night, Stewie was surprised to find the house empty. Jaze had promised to fix the evening meal for them whilst Stewie was working. Stewie spotted the note in the kitchen and tears pricked at his eyes. 

'Stewie,

Have nipped out for a couple of drinks with Karl. Won't be late.

Jaze x'

Stewie sighed. If they'd gone to drink, they wouldn't have eaten when out. He went to shower and change. He made the spaghetti bolognaise as had been planned and then went to sit in their den. With each passing endless minute, Stewie's appetite incrementally decreased. It was now close to midnight and Jaze hadn't even called. Stewie was both angry and upset. He wouldn't have wanted to go with them, but he didn't think it was too much to hope for a call. On trying himself, Stewie had discovered Jaze's phone to be switched off. Something the bigger man didn't normally do. A noise at the door had him hurrying out.

Stewie stood in disbelief as Jaze, a drunken Jaze, weaved towards him.

"Hey, baby," Jaze slurred.

Jaze never got drunk. 

In all the time Stewie had known the big detective, Jaze never got drunk. He spared a glance as Karl who seemed oddly quiet behind Jaze.

"Jaze," Stewie gasped as the big man all but fell into his arms.

"Sorr, babe, stayed a bit longery..." Jaze frowned at his disjointed words.

"It's ok, don't worry,' Stewie assured. "Let's get you upstairs."

"Need a hand...babe," a sibilant voice hissed quietly behind him.

Glancing back, Stewie could see Karl was nowhere near as drunk as Jaze. In face he wondered if Karl was drunk at all. He gave a venomous look at the other blond.

"I don't know what your game is, Karl," he hissed back angrily. "But keep away from Jaze."

As Stewie assisted Jaze upstairs he yelped as a large hand cupped his buttocks through the thin leisure pants.

"Need a hand, Jaze?" Karl gave an affected giggle.

"Thanks, Karl," Jaze grinned happily.

"Stop it, Karl," Stewie growled as the hand began to caress.

"I'll fetch some water and aspirin, Jaze," Karl said.

Stewie breathed a sigh of relief as the unwanted touch left his body. He manoeuvred Jaze into their bedroom and onto the bed. He couldn't strip his lover, but removed shoes and socks, undid pants and shirt and ensured Jaze was propped on his side with supporting pillows. Satisfied he had done as much as he could Stewie went outside to see where Karl had left the water and pills.

A glass and tablets were at the side of the door. He glanced over at Karl who stood naked to the waist, wearing pyjama pants and with a towel over his arm.

"Why?" Stewie asked, convinced Karl would know exactly what he was asking.

"To show you I could. To show you how much influence I have over Jaze. He didn't come running home for all his 'We can't leave Stewie alone too long' and 'We have to get back, Stewie will be waiting'. The other reason was to make sure that tonight you won't be getting any; unless it's from me."

It took a few seconds for Stewie to register the lewd remark as Karl shortened the distance between them and to see Karl had moved the towel to display the erect flesh that jutted through the fly of the pyjama pants.

With a growl of disgust, Stewie moved hard and fast and his punch knocked Karl to the floor.

"I'm nobody's whore," he said angrily. "I don't sleep around. I'm Jaze's *partner*. You're *supposed* to be his friend. Don't mess with me again, Karl."

Karl watched the outline of taut buttocks as Stewie bent to retrieve the water and pills. Despite the pain in his jaw, Karl smiled.//Bad move, babe// he thought. //Nothing will stop me having a piece of you before I leave here// A malevolent smile broke out over the hard features as Karl stood.

In their bedroom Stewie sat curled in the armchair, watching Jaze sleep, tears sliding silently down his cheeks.

Jaze awoke slowly. He felt worse than he had done for many years. Worse than he deemed what he had drunk should have warranted. He noted the glass and tablets as he sat up from the pillows that had kept him supported. He could see that Stewie's half of the bed was untouched. His heart sank to think his lover hadn't slept with him. Since becoming a couple, they had slept entwined at every opportunity. As he swallowed the tablets, guilt flooded the older man. 'Just a couple of drink, Jaze' he heard Karl's insidious voice in his mind. "The kid doesn't like me or maybe he's jealous of what we have. Let's just go for a couple of drinks where we don't have to worry about the kid sulking or skulking.' Jaze knew he should have defended Stewie more, but he had wanted to enjoy Karl's company. Since Stewie didn't seem to care for the other man, it had seemed a good idea. Just a couple of drinks. Jaze groaned as he eased himself to stand. It certainly didn't feel like just a couple. 

A glance at the armchair had Jaze groaning with sadness rather than pain. A rumpled cover and Stewie's leisure suit lay on it. Jaze realised that his lover had spent the night in the chair, doubtless keeping an eye on the older man. Tears burned in Jaze's eyes. He'd let his lover down badly. Glancing at the clock, Jaze realised he didn't have much time before he was due on his surveillance shift. However, the most important thing on Jaze's mind right now was to find his beloved boy and apologise. He moved silently downstairs, thinking Stewie may be in the kitchen. A tear slid down a chiselled cheek as he saw Stewie had made the meal he had promised to do and they way it sat cold and untouched. A vision of Stewie sitting cold and untouched in the bedroom armchair rose hauntingly in his mind. 

Moving swiftly to their den, Jaze quietly opened the door and looked inside. Stewie sat huddled in one of Jaze's large sweatshirts looking like a small lost child. His eyes were closed and Jaze could see the dark smudges beneath them and the tear tracks on sculptured cheeks. In a couple of strides, he was at his lover's side enveloping him in an embrace and incoherently begging for forgiveness as his own tears fell. Jaze felt Stewie's arms wrap around him and the soothing sounds from the sweet lips helped him regain a measure of control. Finally he leant back to gaze into Stewie's face.

"I'm so very sorry, Stewie," he said. "I don't know how I got so drunk."

Stewie had a good idea, but couldn't bring himself to give voice to the thought. What he was going to say was going to be hard enough.

"Jaze," he began, his voice hoarse from crying. "I know Karl's your friend, but last night he made a pass at me."

"No," Jaze's denial was little more than an exhalation of air. "We were drunk, Stewie. Are you sure it wasn't just the drink?"

"Yes I'm sure," Stewie said trying to keep his voice steady. "Karl was nowhere near as drunk as you."

"Where is he?" Jaze asked.

"Gone out." Stewie handed Jaze a note.

'Hey Jaze,

Have gone out for the day. Think I was stupid with the kid and he's mad at me. Keeping my distance.

Karl.'

"He thinks he upset you?" Jaze asked wishing the pounding in his head would go. This was so difficult when he had no memory of the events.

"His wandering hands and disgusting offer upset me," Stewie said his voice finally cracking. "Don't you believe me?"

Jaze couldn't bear the look of fear and hurt in Stewie's eyes or the desolate tone in the voice. He pulled the young man close. This was Stewie, his lover, his mate. The man he loved. There was no contest.

"Of course I do. Of course I do. I love you, baby," Jaze assured. "When Karl comes back tonight I'll have him leave. I'll pay for a hotel for him, but our friendship is finished for hurting you."

Stewie felt the heavy weight compressing his heart lift. He sobbed into Jaze's shoulder in relief. He had been so afraid that Karl would have been believed over him in Jaze's eyes.

Jaze felt the tightness ease from the slender blond in his arms. He realised how much courage it had taken for Stewie to be honest. It was clear that Stewie had feared Karl had would have had more influence over Jaze as to whose version of events would be believed. 

Slowly the men moved from comforting to kissing. Both needed the physical connection after the emotional outpouring. The kisses were soft, sweet and designed by each man to convey the depths of love they had for the other. As they slowly parted Stewie smiled. It was a pale imitation of his normal smile, but to Jaze it was as though the sun had suddenly blazed through thick black clouds. Jaze caressed Stewie's cheek.

"I need to shower, love," he said his own voice husky from emotion. "Will you join me?"

"Yes," was whispered back and Stewie's smile gathered a little more intensity.

In the shower the two men touched and caressed as they cleansed. Each knew it was too soon for anything more demanding. What was needed now was mutual assurance of the place of each in the other's heart and how much they were loved. 

Jaze dressed as Stewie prepared a light meal for them both. Stewie had offered to take Jaze's surveillance, but the bigger man had insisted Stewie relax at home. He would only be gone a few hours, thanks to Stewie's organisation. Stewie smiled as he felt the cold empty feeling that had seeped into his very bones dissipated. When Jaze joined him, they sat close together, touching, kissing and feeding each other. When Leo arrived, Jaze lovingly kissed his mate in their doorway. Stewie melted into his lover's arms and sighed his pleasure.

"Keep safe and come home soon, love," he whispered tenderly.

"Rest well, baby," Jaze growled. "You'll need all your energy tonight.

Shutting their door, Stewie sighed. He decided that if Jaze was going to be true to his words, then the bedding would need changing. He went upstairs, his nose wrinkling in distaste at the lingering odour of alcohol and tobacco. Even though neither he nor Jaze smoked, it was almost impossible to avoid being tainted when out. He shoved the sheets into the oversized hamper in the built in wardrobe. He'd worry about washing them later. Firstly he wanted to make up the bed and make his own preparations to the room.




Cobalt Blue Ch. 07



Pleased with the choice of silk sheets, even if they were high maintenance and the candles that were all ready to light when Jaze came home, Stewie decided to have a break and have a drink. He went downstairs and froze outside their lounge. Inside sat Karl with a coffee pot and two mugs. Their eyes met and Karl rose.

"I came back so I could apologise," he said indicating for Stewie to come in.

"How did you get in?" Stewie asked.

"Jaze's key," Karl said holing it for Stewie to see. "He probably doesn't even realise he doesn't have it.

Stewie looked at him sharply. He looked sincere, but the younger man wasn't so easily convinced. He stepped warily into the room, sitting in the chair furthest from Karl. He watched as the other man poured two coffees and put one in front of Stewie before hugging the other to his chest.

"Guess you could say I was jealous of Jaze," Karl said. "He's rich, intelligent and successful. Then there's you."

Stewie picked up his own mug and took a few swallows of the bitter brew.

"A friend should be pleased for Jaze," Stewie said. "He's worked hard to get where he is."

"You have no idea of his wealth do you?" Karl asked incredulously.

"We've never discussed it," Stewie said sipping nervously. Jaze had only ever inferred that he was well off.

"He is generous," Karl said sitting back as though about to recount a tale. "If I ever needed some financial assistance, Jaze has always been good for help and never asked for repayment. Last night, he had no idea how much the drinks bill came to. He paid for it on his card, no questions asked. It was so easy to slip vodka into his beers. He had no clue as to why he was getting so drunk."

"You use him," Stewie said outraged. "Why are you telling me all this? It doesn't sound like an apology."

"I've always used him," Karl said. "Just like I'm going to use you," he gave a lascivious leer.

Stewie leapt to his feet, but the room swayed.

"You've drugged me," he said disbelievingly. "Do you honestly believe you can get away with rape?"

"By the time that little cocktail hits you full force you won't even remember your own name," Karl said sneeringly. He threw a handful of condoms and lube on the coffee table making Stewie's stomach roll fearfully. "I'll have my fun. No DNA, no struggle. When Jaze comes home there'll be half a bottle of Barcardi inside you and you'll be passed out and in your bed. I'll reek of the stuff myself and be down here. I'll be gone in the morning, before you'll be fit to wake."

Stewie could hardly believe the other man's arrogance. It also sounded suspiciously like Karl had successfully done this before and the fear sent adrenaline pounding through Stewie's veins. He could feel the insidious pull of the drug and knew he had to act and act fast. His thoughts were becoming jumbled, but he knew he had to put distance between himself and his would-be rapist. He clutched at his stomach, bending forward to obscure the touch to his watch as he activated the distress/homing signal.

"Getting to you is it...babe?" Karl's hateful voice sounded closer. "Soon you won't care. I would have preferred you fighting but..."

He got no further as Stewie straightened suddenly, exploding into action. His knee rammed hard into Karl's crotch and as the man went slack-jawed, Stewie's fist slammed into his nose. Karl fell heavily.

Stewie didn't waste time checking on his assailant. He flew to the door, but found it was locked. He whimpered as his knees threatened to give out. He wouldn't be able to run far enough to save himself. Instead, he staggered upstairs as his childhood became confused with the present. He staggered almost blindly to his refuge and hid himself. He huddled in the darkness biting on the cuff of his sleeve to muffle his breathing. His father...no Karl... wouldn't find him and beat him in his drunken rage if he just stayed there quietly. His mum ...no Jaze...would find him when it was safe.//Please come soon// he prayed in the darkness.

Stewie tried to keep still and quiet and fight off the darkness that was invading his mind. He could hear muffled sounds and whimpered almost silently into the bitten cuff.

"In here," he heard and began to tremble. He felt movement and then there was light above him.

"Don't touch me," he screamed in fear as large hands reached to pull him from the bottom of the linen hamper.

Strong arms held him immobile and he struggled frantically with diminishing strength. Then a realisation came that the hands weren't trying to hurt him and that soft words were being crooned into his ears.

"Look at me, please. Stewie, it's me, it's ok."

Stewie's eyes finally focused on the face etched with fear and worry.

"Jaze," he whispered before surrendering to the dark.

Stewie's eyes felt lead weighted as he tried to open them. He tried again and felt a hand squeeze his gently.

"Stewie?" The voice sounded worried and Stewie knew it was important he gave some kind of assurance. He tried to squeeze back, unsure whether his body had obeyed.

"It's ok, baby," the voice continued. "It may take a little time for you to wake properly. But I'm here and you're safe. If you can, try and open your eyes, honey."

Stewie gave several aborted attempts before the lids finally obeyed him and he blinked at the bright sterile light. Then his eyes focused on the welcome sight of his lover, even if Jaze looked unusually concerned.

"Wha' 'ppend?" he said frowning at his mouth's lack of co-operation.

"Do you remember anything after I left for work, love?" Jaze asked.

"Bed," Stewie said. He had wanted to change the bedclothes. Had he?

"You changed the sheets," Jaze said correctly interpreting Stewie's meaning. "Anything else?"

Stewie frowned. There was something...no someone. Someone blond and threatening.

"Karl," he gasped. "Coffee. Blackness."

"Shh, shh, baby it's ok," Jaze crooned stroking Stewie's brow. "It's all over, he can't hurt you again."

"Touch me?" Stewie asked his eyes afraid.

"No, baby," Jaze assured with a growl to his voice. "He didn't touch you. You did a great job defending yourself and hiding."

A tap to the door had both men turning towards the sound. Leo walked in, his right arm in a sling.

"How're you doing, Stewie?" he asked.

"M'ok," Stewie decided. "You're hurt." Stewie was pleased to find his body was beginning to respond better.

"Not told him yet?" Leo asked of Jaze. At the brief shake, Leo perched at the foot of the bed.

"When Jaze told me what had happened with Karl, I tore a strip off him for leaving you. Then I called Shaz and she got another pair to cover us. I was bringing Jaze back..."

"And intending to stay with us," added Jaze, with a small smile.

"Exactly," Leo agreed. "When we got your distress signal. We were close by and as Jaze went to the front, I went round back. I heard Jaze shoot out your lock and then Townsman came haring out back. I told him to freeze and he stopped and slumped." The detective gave a sigh. "I didn't see the knife till it caught my arm. We wrestled for control." Leo stopped and looked at Jaze.

"I saw Leo and Karl fighting," Jaze continued. "Then all went still. The knife had speared Karl. I pulled him off Karl to look for you. I remembered where you said you used to hide when you were scared as a child. It made sense you would try and hide in the same place."

For a minute the room was silent as Stewie struggled to make sense of what he had heard. Then it hit him.

"Karl is...dead? Oh, Jaze..."

Before Stewie could utter another word, Jaze's lips covered his. Breaking the kiss Jaze pressed his fingers to Stewie's lips.

"I'm not sorry, love. He tried to ...hurt you. He got all he deserved. He can't hurt anyone else now."

Before they could say anything more, Stewie's doctor breezed into the room. With a smile and gentle ushering, Jaze and Leo were left to wait anxiously outside. It didn't take long for the young medic to re-join them.

"Mr Donovan is responding very well. We managed to pump a fair bit of the drug from his system as you know. I'm keeping him in to make sure there are no side effects and if not he can go home tomorrow. You can go back in now if you want." The medic resumed their rounds leaving two relieved men in their wake.

Jaze sat in the den awaiting Stewie to finish his shower. He had drawn the thick curtains, opting to have the glow from the lamps instead. Normally they would shower together, but the big man felt he had forfeited that pleasure. He had failed his younger lover and failed him badly. He had failed as a cop. He had failed to recognise Karl for the sexual predator he had been and Stewie had almost paid the price. How could he expect Stewie to feel safe with him? He dropped his head into his hands. How could he make this right? A noise had Jaze looking up and a gasp escaped him.

Stewie stood naked before him. His blond hair was damp and clinging to his face and his skin, pinkened by a hot shower, seemed to glow from the light of the den's lamps. He looked exotic, ethereal and erotic and Jaze's body instantly responded.

"I know you, Jaze," Stewie said as he moved towards the bigger man. "You're sitting here blaming yourself for everything. I let you get away with not sharing my shower," Stewie now stood looking down at his mate. "But no more." He sat astride Jaze's powerful thighs. He clasped Jaze's face tenderly. "I'm not a child and it was my choice to give him the benefit of a second chance and sit with him. What he was doesn't affect who you are. You're a good cop, a good friend and the man I love. Karl can't affect what we are and what we share unless we let it. And I," he kissed Jaze's eyes. "For one," he kissed Jaze's nose. "Won't let it," his mouth covered Jaze's.

Jaze moaned and Stewie slipped his tongue inside his mate's mouth. His slick muscle coaxed and teased at Jaze's larger one until both slid and twined together. One of Stewie's slender hands caressed Jaze's head whilst the other undid the bigger man's shirt to stroke the powerful plains and the fur of Jaze's chest. As the kiss ended, Stewie slipped from Jaze's lap and picked up a large cushion. Placing it on the floor between Jaze's legs, the naked young man knelt between Jaze's knees. His tongue gently lapped at one thick brown nub that peeked through Jaze's chest hair. As he would suck and nibble the one, his fingers caressed the other until each was hard and throbbing. As he licked his way down the lightly furred abdomen, Stewie undid Jaze's jeans and buried his face in the 'v' inhaling Jaze's musk. His teeth tugged gently on his lover's fur and Jaze's hips instinctively thrust towards him.

"Up," Stewie commanded softly. As Jaze stood, so did the smaller man. He removed Jaze's shirt before kneeling again to remove jeans and underwear. He let his tongue lave Jaze's strong thighs before placing gentle bites alternating with teasing nips to the sparser hair of the bigger man's sensitive inner thighs. Finally Stewie's tongue licked the heavy, haired sac that hung with unspent need beneath the thick hard flesh that jutted upwards.

"What do you want, Jaze?" Stewie asked gazed up at his dominant mate from his submissive position.

Jaze gazed downwards with a mix of love and desire. Stewie's position was the more vulnerable, but at the moment the smaller man was the one with the power.

"Anything you want, baby," he panted. "I love you, need you so very much." Jaze didn't want to choose. He would enjoy anything his mate decided they could do with their bodies. He saw the incandescent smile that was so much a part of his lover and realised just how much he had missed that simple expression of joy over the past couple of days.

"Sit," Stewie said. He then handed Jaze one of their tubes of lube as he re-straddled his mate, his hands on Jaze's broad shoulders. He leant into Jaze's ear, slipping his tongue into the tiny channel before whispering huskily; "Make me ready for you."

Jaze's moan vibrated through both their bodies making Stewie's tremble in arousal and anticipation. Their erections rubbed gently together, both weeping tears of need that slicked the twin shafts. Jaze coated his fingers and reached behind Stewie to find his mate's hidden opening. As one long, thick finger pressed inside, Stewie's back arched. Jaze's mouth sucked first one then the other of Stewie's chocolate nipples. As he pressed a second finger inside, he stroked Stewie's hidden jewel and his teeth lightly grazed and tugged each sensitive nub.

"Yes," Stewie moaned in response, his hips undulating on the fingers impaling him. "Please," he begged as a third finger entered his tiny channel, arousing, stretching, and preparing him to accept Jaze's sex within him.

"Ride me," Jaze groaned deeply. He helped Stewie to lift and position himself over long, hard, needy flesh. Jaze threw his head back with a drawn out moan as his throbbing length was enveloped in searing tightness. Every centimetre of his organ was surrounded by his mate's velvet heat. He heard Stewie's own moan of pleasure as the younger man flexed his toned thighs to raise and lower himself whilst adding an undulation of his hips on the downward move. Jaze's hands and mouth feasted on Stewie's soft, warm skin as the slender man performed the intimate erotic dance on the shaft that impaled him. Jaze thrust his hips upwards with every downward move of his mate to bury his need more deeply in the tiny channel. 

"Need more, Baby," he ground out after long minutes of sublime pleasure. 

Stewie held Jaze's face as he gazed into impassioned hazel eyes.

"I'm yours, Jaze," Stewie whispered. "Take me, love me, and give us what we both want, what we both need."

Jaze saw the fire of need and love in Stewie's cerulean depths. With a low guttural groan, Jaze surged to his feet, pushing his erection deeper inside the willing body of his lover. He whirled and took the couple of steps necessary to lower his mate to the day bed. He now loomed over the smaller man and the angle allowed for deeper penetration of the lithe body so pliant beneath him. He moved Stewie's legs to drape over his shoulders, surging over the smaller man and plunged hard and fast into molten heat. He relished Stewie's scream as he raked over the sensitive bundle of nerves again and again. Jaze's mouth fastened on the flesh of Stewie's neck and shoulder, sucking, biting and marking his mate. One hand moved greedily from one breast to the other, pinching, rolling and tugging at the already over-sensitised nipples. In response, Stewie thrashed and mewled incoherently, lost in the maelstrom of passion. 

As Jaze's hand pressed between their bodies and surrounded Stewie's engorged flesh, Stewie screamed at the final stimulation. Heat that had pooled in Stewie's groin now radiated outwards and enveloped his body. He arched as the flames of his climax devoured him. His loins turned into liquid heat that flowed like lava to anoint both their bodies.

Jaze saw his mate consumed by his powerful orgasm and it triggered the bigger man's own climax. As Stewie erupted beneath him, Jaze's shaft was squeezed with an almost brutal intensity. Jaze threw back his head and roared the noise a primitive, primeval sound of passion and possession that seemed to shake the walls. His mate was lost in pleasure and Jaze's passion was flowing deep into the welcoming body to mark Stewie as belonging to him and him alone. Pulse after pulse of Jaze's seed surged deep into the clenching channel until finally both men lay panting, sweat-damp and spent. With a sound like a purr of contentment, Jaze nuzzled at the bruise to Stewie's throat. His lover, his mate marked inside and out and lying satiated beneath him. He allowed Stewie's limp legs to lower to the bed as he kissed at lax lips. He rolled their bodies to the side to avoid crushing the slender form as his shaft softened and slipped from Stewie's sated body. 

"Love you, Stewie," he said his voice hoarse.

"Love you, Jaze," Stewie affirmed in little more than a whisper. "Sorry, love, so tired," he added as he tried to stay focused on his lover.

"Bed or here?" Jaze asked, quickly reaching for wipes to perfunctorily cleanse their bodies of the evidence of their shared passion.

"Here. Snuggle?"

"Try to stay with me a minute, baby," Jaze said. He moved swiftly to put on a CD of quiet jazz music. He scooped up the boneless younger man and sat in their chair with Stewie in his lap. He smiled as Stewie wriggled for a moment to snuggle against the larger body, his head pillowed on Jaze's shoulder. As he heard the contented sigh, Jaze pulled a thick cover around them to cocoon them safe and warm.

"Love you," Stewie whispered a last time as exhaustion and lassitude overwhelmed his body.

"I love you, Stewie," Jaze crooned as he felt the lithe body go fully lax. He tightened his grip around the very special young man in his arms, knowing without doubt, Stewie was the one that completed him. As Stewie slept, Jaze pondered on how to express the commitment he felt towards the younger man. 



Cobalt Blue Ch. 08



Cobalt Blue 8: I'll be yours, Valentine

Stewie took a fortifying breath as he mentally ticked off that all his preparations were completed. Valentine's Day was coming up soon, but he and Jaze would be working over the actually day itself as well as a couple of days either side. Jaze had come up with the idea of each of them doing something to surprise the other either side of Valentine's. He had also insisted that Stewie was to go first. Stewie had despaired when looking to buy a gift. So much was tacky; so much was geared for 'traditional' couples. The only stipulation from Jaze was that Stewie was *not* to book a restaurant. Although Jaze never made a big deal of his wealth, Stewie knew that he could never afford to take them to a really expensive restaurant and Jaze saw no reason for Stewie to struggle to pay when he so easily could.

Stewie then looked at the small box in his hand and toyed with his own pendant. At a distance the pendant looked plain but up close you could see it was engraved with a circle that had lines radiating out from it. Jaze had said it was only fitting for the man who had brought light into his life. The reverse held their initials and the date they had confessed their love; the date that Stewie had given Jaze the gift of his virginity along with his heart. He gave a small sigh. He really hoped Jaze liked this gift. He then smiled; he was sure Jaze would like the other part of his gift.

Jaze arrived home full of anticipation. He stopped as he looked at the house and realised it was home. Home because it was where he would find Stewie. Stewie had made it home; *was* home to the older man. He hoped that when it came to his turn to give a Valentine's surprise the next week, that Stewie would appreciate just how much Jaze did truly love him. But tonight...tonight was Stewie's night. He stepped inside the house and called his mate's name.

"Welcome home, lover," Stewie purred as he emerged from their den. He smiled as Jaze blinked rapidly to take in the sight before him. Stewie wore sheer black pants. They were sheer enough to not hide the fact that Stewie wore no underwear, but just short of sheer enough to display the younger man's endowments. Jaze found the 'almost' more erotic than if he had been clearly able to see. There was a matching shirt and Jaze's eyes roved where he knew his mate's nipples would be. The cinnamon nubs were slightly darker than the rest of Stewie's skin under the shirt and Jaze licked his lips predatorily. Stewie was barefoot and as Jaze took the few steps to pull his lover to him their differences in size seemed more emphasised. Jaze realised he was already hard from the display alone. He devoured Stewie's mouth, his tongue plundering the warm wet cavern of his mate, reacquainting itself with the unique taste of the beautiful younger man.

"God, you're beautiful," Jaze husked as he buried his face in the golden silk that fell to Stewie's shoulders.

"I've put some clean clothes in the bathroom for you," Stewie said panting softly. "Not *our* bathroom," he added as he moved towards the kitchen. "The bedroom's off limits." He looked over his shoulder and sultrily added; "At least for now."

Jaze rushed to shower and change and headed back to the den. The room was lit by candles and food was on warmers or in bowls on the low table. Soft music was playing. Jaze smiled. It was a perfect candlelit, romantic dinner. He caught Stewie in his arms and guided them to their big armchair to sit and cuddle. 

Stewie wriggled free and pulled at the waistband of Jaze's leisure pants.

"Want you," he moaned as he dropped to his knees, pulling the pants to Jaze's ankles and then off the powerful legs altogether. He pushed Jaze to sit in the chair. His hands reached to tug and pinch the dark nubs at Jaze's breasts. He buried his face into the lightly furred abdomen, nipped down the prominent treasure trail and nuzzled at the thick dark pubic pelt. Jaze was already erect and leaking and Stewie greedily licked the gathering fluid. He then bathed the engorged head with soft kitten licks, savouring the intimate taste of his lover. Stewie slid a hand to cup the haired sac, heavy with its unspent need and watched riveted as Jaze's shaft twitched in appreciation, pearly fluid seeping from the small slit. Enveloping the head, Stewie began to suck gently, one hand gently squeezing Jaze's sac, the other stroking the thick shaft. A large hand caressed Stewie's head, holding him, but not directing his movements. Strong hips thrust gently, not wanting to force hard flesh too deep into Stewie's willing mouth. Stewie glanced up to see Jaze, his head thrown back, panting wetly through an open mouth. Stewie hummed as his tongue probed insistently and he was rewarded with thick pulses of his mate's hot crème. Stewie swallowed rapidly, but a few drops slid free as he released the softening organ.

With a gasp, Stewie was swept into Jaze's embrace and the older man licked the last of his seed from Stewie's face before mating their mouths together. As the kiss ended, Jaze gazed adoringly into turquoise depths.

"Love you so much, babe," he said.

"Love you, too," Stewie affirmed. "Jaze no, I'm saving myself," Stewie moaned as Jaze's hand found his own need.

"You'll have time to recover," Jaze said hoarsely. "Please, love," he added.

At the nod, his hand moved to caress the silken rod damp with pre-come. He arranged Stewie to kneel straddling him. He kissed Stewie again, thrusting his tongue into the smaller man's mouth to the same rhythm as his hand on Stewie's erection. On each upstroke, Jaze twisted his wrist and slid his thumb over the engorged head. As Stewie writhed ecstatically, Jaze could feel the younger man nearing his release. He pulled the sheer pants clear of Stewie's groin, slid down in the chair to leave Stewie's groin level with his face and swallowed to the root in one go. Stewie wailed his name, his slender hips bucking into Jaze's insistent mouth. Jaze's hands on the naked buttocks urging the thrusting deeper. As Stewie's release flooded his mouth, Jaze milked the younger man dry, not a single precious drop of his mate's seed escaping his ravenous mouth. Allowing the sated organ to slip from his mouth he kissed its tip and re-arranged them to sit with Stewie boneless in his lap.

"If we stopped right now, this would still be the best Valentine's ever, Stewie," Jaze whispered into a tiny ear.

"Mine too," Stewie agreed. He nuzzled his mate for a few moments, fighting off the post-coital fuzzies that threatened to send him to sleep. "You get settled at the table," he finally said kissing the tip of Jaze's nose. "I'll get dinner."

Jaze enjoyed his 'home-cooked' meal. Stewie had kept actual cooking to a minimum. The starter was Parma ham and fresh figs, the main meal grilled lamb chops with a honey dressing and mixed salad and desert was fresh strawberries with a dark decadent chocolate sauce. A half bottle of champagne was also produced and the two men alternated between using the sauce or the champagne for dipping their fruit. As the meal ended, the lovers found themselves feeding more from each other. Gracefully, Stewie rose and extended his hand to Jaze. Wrapped in each other's arms they danced slowly, their movements slowing incrementally till they simply swayed to the music. Jaze pulled Stewie's hips to grind against him, evidencing his desire for his lover.

"I love you," he husked.

"Love you, Jaze," Stewie replied and pulled gently free of his mate. He retrieved the hidden box and held it out to Jaze with a shy smile. "This is for you," he said. "It's part of your Valentine's."

His mouth dry, Jaze opened the small black box. He gave a small gasp at the contents. It contained a single silver dog-tag. The front was plain but on the reverse around the top arch was ornate script. Smiling, Jaze recognised their entwined names. Running down the centre of the tag was the single word 'Forever'. With shaking hands Jaze affixed the necklace and pulled Stewie tightly against him.

"It's perfect. You're perfect." He felt tenseness seep out of Stewie's body and realised the younger man had been clearly concerned about the jewellery's reception. He angled the beautiful face and kissed the smaller man long and deep trying to express all the love and gratitude he could. His tongue slid sinuously against Stewie's, exploring every nuance of the other man's mouth. By the time the kiss ended, Stewie was almost limp in Jaze's embrace.

Stewie fought to regain his senses and locked eyes that were dark with desire with the older man. "Give me five minutes and then follow me upstairs," he said as he backed away to the door, eyes riveted on Jaze's.

The five minutes seemed endless as Jaze waited. As the last second ticked past, the big detective surged for the stairs. Outside the bedroom he called to his mate to ensure he was welcome and stepped inside at Stewie's invitation. He stood and stared slack-jawed at the tableau before him. 

Candles were the only light in the room, scenting the air with subtle rose as well as casting a warm glow. Stewie lay naked on their bed. He lay on gold sheets on which were strewn red rose petals which clung randomly to his lissom body. The light from the candles cast flickering shadows over his slim unmoving form and made him seem like an ethereal being. A small bouquet of red roses and an ice bucket with pink champagne stood on the bedside locker. Jaze heard his breathing become more ragged as he took in the black leather cuffs already attached to the bedposts that lay by Stewie's wrists, the matching black leather collar around a pale slender throat and the strip of leather tied around the base of Stewie's erect shaft. Their 'toy' box lay at the side of the bed. As Jaze's eyes met Stewie's the younger man slowly bent his knees and allowed his legs to drift open. The shadows hid the tiny gate to Jaze's personal paradise, but his hungry gaze was drawn automatically to the shadowed declivity. Jaze felt the low growl deep in his chest as his arousal throbbed between his legs.

"Happy Valentine's, Jaze," Stewie whispered. "This is the other part of your gift. Me; to do with as you please."

Jaze was at the bedside without being conscious of the movement that took him there. He touched the angelic creature that lay so open, so vulnerable and so invitingly in his bed. His hand caressed the smooth chest, the nipples that pebbled at his touch and down to the rosy shaft. He allowed his finger to glide through the pearly fluid that gathered at its tip and painted a cinnamon nub before swooping down to lick it completely clean. The taste of his mate's essence was more intoxicating than the champagne they had already shared. Jaze gazed at the toy box and back at Stewie who waited for his pleasure. The collar was not the symbol of a dom/sub relationship, but the symbol of their trust and their belonging each to the other. Jaze contemplated the toy box again and then the roses and champagne. Suppressing a smile he reached to fasten the thickly lined cuffs to Stewie's wrists. 

"Mine," Jaze's voice caressed Stewie's ear. Jaze moved to kiss his way up each smooth thigh. As he came to the velvety sac, he licked enthusiastically relishing the soft mewls of Stewie's pleasure. Stewie's hips pumped upwards seeking the relief that Jaze could give or withhold. The bigger man knew Stewie would be expecting to be kept bound and hard during their play, but since Stewie had said he was Jaze's gift, Jaze decided he could change the rules of the game as suited him. Jaze fondled Stewie's sac, feeling how high and hard the precious orbs were. Draping an arm over the slender hips, Jaze's mouth worked Stewie's erection in earnest. He ran his tongue along the prominent vein and hollowed his cheeks as he increased his suction.

Stewie moaned and writhed as Jaze's wickedly talented mouth tormented his throbbing flesh. Lights danced behind his closed eyes and the hot wet suction was driving Stewie to the edge of his control, but the younger man knew that with his cockring in place, he would be unable to come. He felt his sac squeezed gently, the orbs pressed together then apart, building sexual tension tighter in the slender man's groin. He felt Jaze slide a finger into his mouth alongside Stewie's shaft and the younger man whimpered, unconsciously spreading his legs wider to invite the inevitable. A slick finger teased at his entrance and Stewie keened trying to bear down on the questing digit. It pressed at the furled aperture until Stewie pulsed his welcome before sliding fully inside to rub unerringly at Stewie's sweet spot. Stewie screamed Jaze's name as his shaft demanded release.

Jaze moved from the frantic younger man, allowing Stewie to recover before the next sensual onslaught. He opened the toy-box and removed a black silk scarf to tie around Stewie's eyes. Jaze knew the younger man would be expecting him to use some of their toys, but Jaze had better ideas. He stroked Stewie's hard, angry-red organ. "You like me touching you, baby?" Jaze asked.

"Yes," Stewie moaned. Then the younger man cried aloud at the hot, wet suction that once again enveloped his aching flesh. A hand gently pinched a taut teat whilst the other fondled his sac. Stewie whimpered at the multiple sensations and writhed under the attention. He felt Jaze move and tried to listen to what he lover was doing. Cold champagne drizzled over his body followed by Jaze's hot tongue again and again till Stewie was gasping for breath. As he lay recovering from the maelstrom of sensation he felt Jaze move again. This time he felt the softness of a rose stroke over his sensitised nipples, up and down his hard flesh, across his sac and to finally probe between his spread cheeks. Shamelessly Stewie tried to spread his legs wider, offering more intimate access. Jaze allowed the flower to glide across Stewie's opening and as he finally moved it away, he swept his tongue over the tiny portal.

Jaze gazed down at his restrained lover and smiled ferally. He selected an ice cube and began to shape it with his fingers. Once satisfied with its mutated form, Jaze moved to hold Stewie's legs open and pressed the ice cube against the exposed entrance. Stewie screamed and bucked but couldn't dislodge his bigger, heavier mate. Slowly Jaze worked the ice in and out of the tiny entrance to the sound of Stewie's incoherent cries. As the cube finally melted, Jaze thrust his tongue deep into the spasming aperture. He laved at the loosened opening, delving deeper tasting Stewie's most intimate flavour. Moving from Stewie's body Jaze stood to stare at the wanton, writhing creature that moaned his name. With a growl Jaze untied the blindfold and released Stewie's wrists. Stewie's eyes were so dark as to be black and Jaze felt a triumphant thrill that he had put that look in Stewie's eyes. He wanted to see Stewie thrash unrestrained beneath him when the younger man came; he wanted to see the change in Stewie's eyes as he sheathed himself in the tight hot depths of the smaller man.

"Want you to take me," Stewie husked. "Want you to make me yours. Want you to come in me. Please, Jaze. Take me."

"Soon, baby," Jaze growled. He smiled as Stewie's eyes riveted themselves to him as he stripped...slowly. He displayed his powerful muscles to their best advantage, his lightly furred, broad chest, powerful biceps. Turning he flexed trapezious and deltoid muscles and the rock hard gluteous muscles. He turned again to let Stewie's eyes devour the red, hard flesh that jutted from his thick nest of dark curls. He stalked predatorily to the bed and as his knees hit, simply crawled up over Stewie to loom over the diminutive form. He lunged down as bit at Stewie's shoulder to raise a mark of his passion. The shudder and moan from his now unfettered beauty causing his shaft to jerk, pearly drops falling onto the soft warm skin of Stewie's abdomen.

Jaze oiled his fingers and pressed two inside his lover, smiling with triumph as they slid unresistingly into the heated depths. He scissored them as he rubbed Stewie's prostrate before adding a third to ensure Stewie was prepared. Jaze crossed Stewie's legs at the ankle and pushed them back, opening Stewie wide and ensuring that Stewie could do nothing other than lie and accept the attentions. Jaze positioned himself at the glistening entrance and pressed inside almost folding Stewie in half. He moved slowly to begin to allow Stewie to become comfortable with the long, thick shaft filling him as well as Jaze's not inconsiderable weight and then began to thrust hard, deep and fast. Jaze's mouth covered Stewie's and his tongue delved into the smaller man's mouth in concert with the thrusts of his hips. He felt one small hand grip his biceps with deceptive strength, the other fisting the bedding as Jaze ruthlessly exploited Stewie's weakness with every powerful surge into the slick, searing channel. He felt every millimetre of his flesh gripped tight, the sheath rippling around him with every powerful thrust.

"Please, Jaze," Stewie panted. "Too much, too good. Need to come, please. Let me come."

"Love you, baby," Jaze's voice a feral sound. Gonna come inside you. Gonna make you mine."

Jaze pushed forward further, Stewie's knees being pressed so far back as to push on his shoulders. His thrusts became shorter, faster, jabbing insistently as Stewie tried to thrash and wailed his need. Jaze slid his hand to fist Stewie's imprisoned flesh to bring the younger man to his crescendo. With a dextrous flick of his finger, Jaze released Stewie's shaft and the younger man screamed. His release anointed their bodies, reaching as far as Jaze's lips where the older man lapped at it voraciously. Jaze felt the heat in his loins liquefy and with a primal bellow found his release.

Stewie's body was still convulsing from the powerful orgasm as he felt Jaze's seed pulse hot and wet inside him. Moaning wantonly as his flesh pulsed one last time, spurting weakly, Stewie went limp.

Jaze's hips pounded furiously as Stewie's internal muscles milked him dry. He grinned in primal satisfaction as he felt the second, less powerful, orgasm from his beautiful blond. As Stewie went boneless, Jaze's mouth closed over the fluttering pulse at the pale throat and he sucked hard. Satisfied with the mark, he moved to allow Stewie's legs to fall to the mattress and balancing most of his weight on his forearms awaited Stewie's return to consciousness.

Sated cerulean orbs finally flickered open and gazed with open adoration into matching hazel.

"Thank you, Stewie," Jaze said. "For everything."

"Happy Valentine's" Stewie whispered his throat hoarse from his screaming. He then mewled softly as he felt Jaze's satiated organ finally slip free from his body.

"Come here, baby," Jaze murmured quietly. He rearranged their bodies to have Stewie's lips at one of his furred breasts. "Suck me for a minute, lover," he asked.

He smiled and moaned his pleasure as soft lips began to suck gently at one dusky nub, whilst slender fingers pinched with infinite care at the other. It took less than a minute before the ministrations became erratic and soft sounds of sleep came from the smaller man cradled lovingly in Jaze's powerful arms. The older man determined to allow Stewie some time to sleep and then treat his lover to a long hot bath to alleviate the aches he knew were inevitable from their impassioned love-making. He fingered his new necklace. The ornate script and clever overlapping would make it impossible to immediately recognise it as their names, however, the word "forever' was branded on Jaze's heart. When it came to his turn, he intended to demonstrate that it was indeed 'forever' for both of them



Cobalt Blue Ch. 09



Cobalt Blue 9: Vengeance and Vows

The angry woman's foot kicked ineffectually at unforgiving, unyielding metal. Her skin, normally a glowing coffee hue, had paled although in the utter blackness no-one would know. She put her hand to her close-cropped black hair and then wiped at the sweat that trickled towards her furious brown eyes. Her athletic form bent and flexed as she re-examined the metal door one last time before conceding there was no way to get free from inside the locked metal container. Placing a hand on the metal, she began to count her steps around the walls.

"You ok down there?" she asked as her foot accidentally nudged the prone body on the container floor. She crouched down to stroke sweat-damp hair away from her fallen comrade's face.

"'M fine, Shaz," came the soft reply.

Shaz's fingers delicately traced the angelic face hidden from her sight and breathed a sigh of relief that there was no new blood from the wound at her friend's temple. She sighed again, unintentionally louder this time.

"Not your fault, Shaz," the soft voice insisted.

"Yes it was," she growled. "I failed to make him fast enough and he recognised me instantly." She caressed the invisible face again. "It was me he was angry with, me he wanted to hurt. Not you."

"No gentleman," came the tired sigh.

"Not even a man," Shaz spat angrily. "How are the ribs, Stewie?" Shaz asked, worry creeping into her voice.

"Sore, hurts to breathe. It'll be ok. They'll find us," the younger man assured.

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Shiraz and Stewie had partnered to go undercover to break up a smuggling ring. It had all been going so well, when it all went spectacularly wrong. A man that Shaz had previously busted had appeared and instantly recognised her. Shaz now wanted to find the person who should have advised her of the imminent release of the felon and kick him till he saw stars to ensure he never forgot again. Instead Shaz had been completely taken by surprise, both by his appearance and by his immediate physical assault. He had decided to exact his vengeance by beating Shaz. She had taken one hard blow, before Stewie had intercepted her attacker. For his bravery, a second assailant had joined in and the small blond had been backhanded into unforgiving brick, opening a wound in his temple and stunning the young man. Once on the floor, the two men had kicked the slender body, successfully cracking, if not breaking, some ribs. Shaz had been laughingly held immobile as Stewie had taken the beating. She had convinced herself that they were going to be killed immediately, but there had been a 'better' plan.

Shaz and Stewie would serve as an example. They had been bundled into the boots of cars and then locked in the metal container down at the docks. Shaz had been able to activate her homing/distress signal, but was unsure how effective it would be in the huge metal mausoleum. Already a couple of hours had gone past since they had been captured. The laughing taunts that the Police would be notified of where to find their bodies sent a frisson down Shaz's spine. Nobody could hear them in their tomb and there was no way out. Stewie's breathing was a soft wheezing and Shaz was afraid that if the blond's ribs were broken, too much movement could result in Stewie puncturing his own lung. She knew he was in a great deal of pain, but he had as yet uttered no words of complaint. Shaz didn't know which she felt more: angry or helpless. With a disgusted huff she sat alongside the unmoving body.

"Would you be comfortable in my lap?" she asked, wanting desperately to make Stewie more comfort.

""K," Stewie agreed recognising Shaz's need.

Carefully they manoeuvred to leave Shaz leaning against the metal wall and Stewie stretched between her legs, his head cushioned on her lower abdomen. Shaz smiled in the darkness as Stewie's hand entwined with hers. Her smile fell as she felt just how clammy Stewie was. She knew the container was airtight and she silently prayed that help would come before the air ran out.

"We could play I-spy," Stewie's soft voice reached her ears.

Shaz gave a bark of laughter and bottled the rest of the sound inside as it threatened to become a sob.

"You're a star, babe," she said stroking Stewie's hair. Her hand slid to his cheek which was hot and clammy like his hand. She didn't want Stewie falling asleep because of his concussion. She needed a way to keep them both alert. "Why don't you tell me a little about you and Jaze?" she suggested. "Nothing x-rated, babe, but something Jaze wouldn't object to me knowing."

"I could tell you about my ring," Stewie offered. "I know you noticed it and I was sure you and Leo were going to ask about it."

"We flipped for the privilege. Leo lost and was going to have to ask," Shaz said, smiling as she remembered her partner's grousing over losing. Stewie had only worn the ring for a few days before they had become embroiled in the smuggling debacle. 

"It was after Valentine's," Stewie said becoming lost in his memories. "It was Jaze's turn to surprise me."

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//"Hi, honey, I'm home," Stewie breezed into the home he shared with Jaze. Tonight was Jaze's turn to provide a Valentine's surprise. 

"Up here, babe," Jaze's voice floated downstairs.

Grinning happily, Stewie hung up his jacket bounded upstairs and headed to their bedroom. As he went inside through the open door, he stopped in his tracks and concentrated on trying not to drool. Jaze stood smiling at him. The bigger man was dressed immaculately in a tuxedo and looked stunning.

"Hey," Stewie husked past a dry throat.

"Hey, lover," Jaze growled enveloping the slighter man. They held each other close for a few seconds as their heads instinctively tilted to the perfect angle and they kissed. Jaze heard Stewie's soft moan as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past unresisting lips. Jaze leisurely plundered the warm, wet depths, reacquainting himself with the taste and feel of his younger lover. "So sweet," he murmured as the kiss ended and they stood panting softly.

"You look good enough to eat," Stewie said appreciatively. 

"Glad you think so. Your outfit's on the bed." Jaze smiled at the groan that had nothing to do with passion that issued from his mate's lips.

"I look like a kid playing at dressing up in a tux, Jaze," Stewie complained.

Jaze laughed at the adorable pout on his lover's already kiss-swollen lips.

"It's a dress suit, love," he smiled indulgently. "You'll like it."

Stewie wandered to the bed to examine the outfit. The suit was dark blue and fairly unremarkable. The accompanying shirt, however, was turquoise silk and seemed to shimmer just lying on the bed. Stewie realized the colour was an almost perfect match for his eyes. He noted it had a raised collar and that where the buttons began would leave enough of him exposed to show off his pendant.

"It's perfect to bring out the colour in your eyes and make everyone jealous of me," Jaze husked into a small ear. "Now you need to shower and shave and be ready in less than one hour," Jaze swatted the pert rear propelling Stewie towards the en-suite bathroom.

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Forty-five minutes later, Stewie entered their downstairs den. As he moved into the room, Jaze stood from where he had been listening to quiet music and enfolded Stewie into his arms.

"Gorgeous," he whispered. He hummed along with the music and the two danced slowly. "We don't dance nearly enough," Jaze said.

It was dark as they left their house and Stewie's eyes widened at the limousine. 

"Jaze? A limo?" he queried.

"The best for the best, baby," Jaze smiled his reply and ushered the smaller man inside. "Sit back and enjoy, love."

Jaze was perfectly at home in the plush interior. He opened the bottle of chilled champagne and handed a glass to his still stunned partner. "To us, my love," he toasted. His voice was dark and seductive. "And to the rest of our lives together."

"Together forever," Stewie offered and the men clinked glasses and drank.

Stewie recognised the exclusive name of the restaurant and was aware of its reputation for being fully booked months in advance. However, Jaze simply had a quiet word with the Maitre'D and the two men were ushered to a secluded table. Another bottle of champagne was brought to the table. Stewie looked at his mate and Jaze took his hand and smiled.

"I can afford this. I want to do this. I want you to relax and enjoy. OK?"

"OK," Stewie replied. He was growing slowly accustomed to Jaze's wealth and was grateful the older man had not divulged it at the start of their relationship. Stewie wasn't sure how he could have coped both with his feelings for the bigger man and with how rich he was.

The Maitre'D did not bring menus. Instead he brought a plate of mixed antipasti: Serrano ham, queso Manchego, chorizo sausage, olives, bread and dips: one tomato based, the other oil and garlic. The two men nibbled and drank, conversation ebbing and flowing easily. After a suitable rest, the next course was brought. This time it was a seafood selection. There were mussels, langoustines, baby squid, calamari and fillets of sea bass. A side dish of salad accompanied the meal along with more fresh bread and dips. The final course was a decadently rich chocolate cheesecake for them to share. Smiling the lovers began to feed each other the dessert.

Finally, Stewie sat back and patted his toned abdomen.

"I couldn't manage another thing," he said. "That was excellent."

"You enjoying your Valentine's, love?" Jaze asked.

"Oh yeah," Stewie smiled, gazing with obvious adoration at the older man.

"You know I want to spend the rest of my life with you?" he asked.

Stewie reached to clasp the bigger hands.

"And I want to spend my life with you," the blond confirmed.

Jaze moved to hold both of Stewie's hands in one of his and reached to his hip pocket with the other.

"In that case," Jaze extended a hand that now held a small black box.

With a trembling hand, Stewie accepted the offering. He opened it and gasped quietly. Nestled inside was a slender gold ring. It was studded with what Stewie recognised as diamonds and sapphires. "Diamond signifies eternity and the sapphires to match your beautiful eyes," Jaze spoke again. "It's a symbol, a vow of my commitment to you, Stewie. Yours will be if you choose to wear it."

Stewie tore his fascinated gaze from the small piece of jewellery that symbolised so much for the two of them. He saw the worry in Jaze's hazel orbs.

"I would be proud to wear your ring, Jaze," Stewie said his incandescent smile lighting Jaze's world.

Jaze removed the ring and it slid perfectly on the third finger of Stewie's left hand.

"Let's go home, babe," Jaze husked. Stewie was *his* now, his for the entire world to see.

As they left the restaurant, the limo was waiting. As they settled back inside, Jaze ordered the chauffeur to switch off the intercom and raise the screen to give the occupants privacy. As soon as he was certain they were neither seen nor heard, he pounced on his smaller lover. Jaze's tongue thrust possessively into Stewie's mouth as his hands flew to unfasten the silk that kept soft, warm skin from his touch. Pushing the fabric aside his teeth latched on a coffee coloured disc, nibbling at the pebbled teat that hardened under his ministrations. As he alternated his oral assault between Stewie's nipples, Jaze's hands worked at unfastening Stewie's pants and pushing them and Stewie's briefs down the slender thighs. Deftly stripping his young lover, Jaze paused briefly to admire the smooth, golden body revealed for his delectation. 

He nipped each taut nipple, before abandoning the twin throbbing nubs. Jaze licked down the smooth skin of Stewie's body to the rod that now lay exposed and aroused on Stewie's stomach. He buried his face in he small blond pubic pelt and inhaled his lover's musk, before licking at the pooled fluid leaking from the erect shaft. He then swallowed Stewie from root to tip as he fondled the velvety sac between the parted thighs. He released the rigid organ to a wail of denial from his lover and a wet 'pop'. His smile was feral as he took in the sight of his younger lover; legs spread, hair damp and dishevelled, face and body covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, lips open and kiss-swollen and the evidence of his arousal hard and red against his toned abdomen.


"So beautiful, baby," Jaze said as he swooped to claim a deep kiss.

Jaze reached to where a covered dish lay amongst the various bottles of drink of the limo's mini bar. He brought it to where it would be at hand for him. Opening it, he selected a succulent strawberry. He bit into the fruit, allowing the juice to drip on the smooth chest of the panting blond beneath him. As he fed the remaining piece to Stewie, Jaze licked him clean. The next was smeared over each taut nub and Jaze was intoxicated by the taste of strawberry flavoured nipples. Moving lower, the fruit decorated the soft sac between Stewie's spread legs. Jaze sucked it carefully into his mouth to clean it thoroughly as Stewie moaned incoherently. The next target was the small pink rosebud entrance to Stewie's body. The smaller man mewled and writhed as the fruit was pressed and smeared over and in his most private place and Jaze's talented tongue swiped, lapped and delved to recover it all. Jaze growled his appreciation of the mixture of the tastes of the fruit and Stewie's most intimate flavour. Finally, Jaze covered the length of Stewie's straining rod before swallowing it to the root.

Stewie moaned as his shaft was enveloped in hot, wet suction. Jaze's strong arms held his hips immobile as he tried to thrust deeper, his mate's capable tongue running up and down his aching shaft. Laving the swollen head Jaze swallowed repeatedly to encourage his mate to lose control. It took just moments for Stewie to feel his orgasm crest and he moaned and convulsed, his seed pouring into Jaze's insistent mouth. He lay boneless as Jaze refastened his clothing.

"That was just my appetiser, baby," Jaze growled into Stewie's ear.

The drive home seemed to take forever. Stewie arranged himself to straddle Jaze's body, burrowing beneath the pristine shirt to suck and pinch his mate's prominent nipples. His groin thrust against Jaze's feeling the older man's desire. He groaned as large hands settled on his buttocks, pulling him closer and squeezing the taut globes. Stewie's tongue, vanquished by Jaze's agile muscle, was sucked submissively into the bigger man's mouth for further ravishment. The two men all but tumbled from the limousine and into their home trying to remain as close as possible.

Upstairs their clothes were pulled from their bodies, uncaring of damage or where they fell to lie. All that now mattered to each man was becoming a part of the other: possessing and being possessed, loving and being loved, one in body as in spirit. 

Jaze pushed the now naked smaller man to the bed, his sexual dominance almost visible. The blond wore his ring, now the bigger man needed to claim him physically. As he landed on the bed, Stewie instinctively knew what Jaze craved. He allowed his arms to fall, hands by his head, palms upwards. He spread his legs wide and angled his head, offering himself in a silent, submissive invitation.

Jaze's mouth fastened on fragile flesh at Stewie's throat. He bit and sucked hard to raise a livid mark of passion and possession. He straddled the smaller man and moved to mark Stewie again, this time over his left nipple; over his heart.

"Mine," Jaze husked.

"Yours, Jaze," Stewie affirmed. "Take me, show me how much I'm yours," he added writhing beneath the dominant male.

Effortlessly Jaze flipped the acquiescent blond onto his stomach. Jaze pushed a pillow under Stewie's hips and spread the slender legs wide. As he settled between the parted thighs, Jaze's gaze fell hungrily to the creamy globes. Palming each in his large hands, he parted Stewie's buttocks and devoured the sight of the newly exposed flesh and the small pink portal that granted him access to the beloved body. With no preamble Jaze swooped down and drove his tongue hard into Stewie's most private place. He gave a sound like a low purr as he tasted strawberry.

Stewie screamed at the welcome invasion. As the tongue plundered his innermost being, he whimpered needily as it began to thrust and twist inside him. Stewie felt the low purr of pleasure vibrate through him as Jaze held him down and open. Jaze's agile muscle ruthlessly plunged in and out of the quivering entrance, occasionally licking around the slowly loosening aperture before thrusting hard and fast into Stewie's body once more. Stewie felt his body relax and open at the erotic assault. He was aware of Jaze retrieving lube as his tongue wetted and stretched, tasted and stimulated, to bring Stewie to the point of begging.

"Now. Take me now."

Jaze removed his tongue and thrust two fingers easily inside his lover. 

"I love you, baby, so much," Jaze growled as he added a third finger, stretching the slender channel and rubbing Stewie's sweet spot. "Want to be in you, baby. Want to be so deep inside you, that you can taste me."

Jaze relished the low moan from the smaller man. Stewie was trying to push back and impale himself on Jaze's questing fingers. The older man knew neither of them would last much longer. He needed to be inside his mate. Removing his fingers to a whine of discontent, Jaze slicked up his throbbing shaft and thrust his length deep into Stewie's body to a scream of his name. As soon as Stewie was accustomed to Jaze's hard flesh, Jaze rolled them to the side and hooked Stewie's right leg over his arm. It left Stewie open and accessible to Jaze. His hips pistoning, Jaze reached to fist Stewie's erection to the same hard, fast rhythm of his thrusts. Jaze nudged at Stewie's cheek and the blond turned to allow their mouths to mate. Jaze's tongue moved in Stewie's mouth mimicking the movements of the erection that drove in and out of his lover's body. The arm under and around the slim blond sought out Stewie's nipples, pinching and rolling them to incoherent cries of peasure.

His mouth moved to kiss and nip at the pale flesh of Stewie's throat, nuzzling and sucking. He relished the sweet, incoherent sounds of need and want as he continually rubbed Stewie's hidden spot. Both men were too aroused for the lovemaking to last. Jaze could feel the tightening of Stewie's body heralding the imminent orgasm. He sped up his pounding to be able to come with his mate.

"Come for me, baby," he said, his voice tight with desire. "Come for me, mine, my love." The possessive words, spoken in a dark seductive rasp, were too much for Stewie's overloading system. With another scream of Jaze's name, Stewie came hard, convulsing in Jaze's arms. The spasming channel clenched and rippled around Jaze's hardness and, with a primal bellow, Jaze flooded his mate with his seed. 

As Stewie panted weakly in Jaze's embrace, the bigger man languidly licked his hand clean and then nuzzled at the nape of Stewie's sweat-damp neck.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Love you," Stewie panted in reply.

Not wanting to pull out of his lover and sever their intimate connection too quickly, Jaze simply snuggled Stewie's body against his chest and both men slipped into sleep.//

*************

Back in the metal container, invisible tears silently streaked down Shaz's cheeks. Stewie's voice had given out at the point of wearing Jaze's ring. She had heard a murmur of Jaze's name and love whispered by the now unconscious blond, but despite her attempts, she had been unable to wake him again. Her own strength was waning in the oppressive heat and dark.

"Please," she whispered. "Don't let them have come this far to lose each other now." She wasn't aware of her eyes closing.




Cobalt Blue Ch. 09



*************

"Come on, honey," an insistent voice nagged at Shaz. "I'm sure you want out of here."

Shaz batted at the hands that tried to rouse her and growled in discontent. "Now is that any way to treat the cavalry, honey?" 

"Leo," Shaz said as she began to be more aware of her surroundings. "Stewie. Where...?"

"Already in the ambulance. Jaze is in full mother-hen mode. Boy do I feel sorry for you and the paramedics."

"As long as Stewie is fine, Jaze can nag all day long," Shaz said fervently as she allowed her partner to lead her unsteadily to the outside world.

**************

By virtue of his concussion, cracked ribs and a mild case of heat exhaustion, Leo told Shiraz that Stewie was being kept in the hospital overnight and they would consider releasing him in the morning. Shaz was pleased that Stewie's injuries weren't worse. Leo offered to let her stay at his flat overnight but, before they left, both wanted to check on their injured friend. 

They tapped on the door of Stewie's room and slipped inside.

"How is he?" Shaz asked quietly as she looked at the small frail blond.

"Just sleeping," the big, dark man sitting at the side of the bed answered. "He'll be fine with some rest and fluids."

Shaz watched as Jaze caressed Stewie's hand. She smiled as she saw the glint of gold on Stewie's finger and knew the ring was back where it belonged; a reaffirmation of their vow.

"That's great news, Jaze," Shaz said sincerely. "I'm dossing at Leo's tonight. Is it ok for us to pop in tomorrow?"

"I'm sure Stewie would be happy to see you," Jaze replied. "And thank you, Shaz."

"For what?" she asked confused.

"Stewie came round briefly. He said you'd tried to keep him awake by getting him to talk about us. How you stayed calm and focused." Jaze looked at her and gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you."

"Take good care of him, Jaze." Shaz said, an answering smile lighting her face.

"I will," Jaze vowed returning to keep his vigil over his sleeping lover.

Shaz's smile stayed in place as she left the room. As she and Leo waited for the lift, Shaz glanced heavenwards.

//Thank you, too// she thought.



Cobalt Blue Ch. 10



Cobalt Blue 10: Chocolate Lovers

Jaze's smile was feral as he gazed at his lover; naked, aroused and tied to their bed with chocolate brown silk scarves. Beneath the pale, slender form were silken sheets of the same colour as the scarves. Jaze was equally naked, equally aroused and his smile widened at the way in which Stewie's turquoise eyes devoured his body. The blond's luscious lips were glistening, red and kiss-swollen. The golden hair was in disarray making the smaller man look like a debauched angel. The caramel skin glowed in the muted lamplight and the slim young man's hairless chest, perfect chocolate nipples and pale pink rod begged silently to be tasted, to be loved. Jaze loved it, loved Stewie. He bent forward to place a chaste kiss to the lips he had just admired.

"Love you, babe," he murmured.

"Love you, big guy," Stewie replied.

Stewie's eyes roamed over the impressive male physique displayed before him. Jaze's hazel eyes were dark with desire. Stewie's eyes followed Jaze's body downwards, past his powerful, lightly furred chest, the tightly toned abdomen and then hovered at his mate's erection. The long, thick organ glinted wetly with pre-come and Stewie wished he would be allowed to taste, but tonight Jaze was in charge; completely. They had eschewed buying Easter gifts as such; this was their Easter present to each other. Both men had a penchant for very dark, rich chocolate and some lay on a dish on the bedside locker. Stewie knew the chocolate was going to play a part in their lovemaking, but was uncertain just what his more experienced lover had planned for it. Additionally, there was a piece of hand made chocolate cheesecake from a specialist bakery and some whipped cream. Stewie's eyes flickered briefly towards the decadent foodstuffs before returning to gaze adoringly at Jaze.

As though having read Stewie's mind, Jaze straddled his lover and rubbed the tip of his erection over Stewie's lips and the pulled it away. He watched avidly as Stewie's pink tongue peeked out to lick at the pre-come. He leant to allow just the head of his aching shaft to invade Stewie's mouth.

"Lick me," he commanded softly. Immediately Stewie began to cover the organ with kitten licks. Jaze watched enraptured as he thrust languidly, watching his hard, red flesh move in and out of Stewie's sinful mouth. As Stewie lapped obediently, Jaze groaned his appreciation.

"So good, baby," he encouraged. "Just like that." After a couple of minutes, Jaze withdrew from the wet heat to a whine of disappointment from Stewie. Stewie's legs were parted and Jaze settled comfortably between the widespread thighs. The feral smile returned as Jaze retrieved two pieces of the rich chocolate. As Stewie watched wide-eyed, Jaze clutched the sweet treat in his hand to melt it before wrapping his chocolate-coated hand around Stewie's straining shaft. He needed another two pieces to ensure his mate's sac was similarly adorned and then Jaze swooped down. He licked delicately up and down, savouring the taste of his mate mixed with that of the chocolate and hummed his approval. Sliding down Stewie's body a little further, Jaze enveloped one precious oval and then the other as he worked to clean every ounce of the confection from the beloved body. Satisfied with his cleaning, Jaze refocused his attention on Stewie's erection. He licked and sucked. The salty taste of Stewie's pre-come contrasted perfectly with the richness of the chocolate. He used his greater strength to hold Stewie's hips to the bed as the smaller man tried to buck into the wet suction of Jaze's mouth. Jaze relished the incoherent mewls from his lover and felt the tightening of Stewie's body that heralded an imminent orgasm. Enveloping the organ to the root, Jaze hummed and was rewarded by pulse after pulse of Stewie's release. Jaze milked Stewie of every precious drop until finally releasing the softened, sated organ. 

"Chocolate and cream, my favourite combination," Jaze purred silkily. He draped languorously over his replete mate and shared a Stewie-and-chocolate flavoured kiss with the blond. He groaned as his lover's tongue slipped into his mouth and began to diligently lick Jaze's mouth clean of all traces of chocolate. Jaze unfastened Stewie's restraints and helped the younger man into a sitting position. Reaching for the cheesecake, Jaze fed a morsel to Stewie. He pressed his own piece against Stewie's nipple and nibbled it carefully away before repeating the action on its neglected twin. Jaze alternated between feeding Stewie and feeding himself from the blond's beautiful body. As the last of the cake was finished, Jaze nodded towards the cream.

"Your turn, babe," he said huskily. "Use the cream." As Stewie turned to look at the dish, Jaze settled on his back. "Pleasure me," Jaze commanded softly.

Stewie's cerulean orbs roved from his reclined lover to the dish and back again. He hadn't expected this. With a shy smile, Stewie dabbed some of the whipped confection onto one of Jaze's thick dark nubs. The smaller man straddled his mate and leant down to lick the furled flesh clean. The moan of appreciation increased his confidence. The neglected twin received a similar coating and this time Stewie suckled and grazed flesh with his teeth. He painted a trail down Jaze's solid body, lapping him clean to soft moans of pleasure. 

As he coated Jaze's aching shaft, the bigger man groaned. The cool of the cream against the heat of his erection almost making the older man lose his control. He reached to stroke the silky blond hair of the younger man as Stewie began to suck clean the solid evidence of Jaze's desire. Jaze felt the soft tongue slide over his hardness. The moist muscle traced the prominent vein on its underside making Jaze thrust instinctively. He growled his approval as Stewie carefully scraped his teeth down the almost purple shaft and then sucked at the beads of desire that oozed continually. Jaze knew he couldn't last much longer. He moaned as his sac was covered and he raised his knees and spread himself wider, inviting Stewie into closer intimacy. He panted wetly as the blond head bobbed between his wide-flung legs, his mate's tongue caressing him, covering the furred pouch with licks of hummingbird lightness.

"Enough, sweetheart," Jaze gasped as he squeezed the base of his erection hard. "Too good, baby, I'm so close," he explained. "Come up here."

Stewie crawled up Jaze's body and lay over the powerful chest. His head was angled perfectly to the older man's need and Jaze plundered the warm wet cavern, savouring the mixture of tastes. He rolled their bodies, grinding his hardness into the resurgent erection of the smaller man and relishing the breathy moan. He rose to his knees, looming over the diminutive form beneath him. 

"I love you, Jaze," Stewie whispered. 

"Love you, babe," Jaze affirmed. "Roll over for me, Stewie, and up onto your hands and knees."

Stewie moved swiftly to obey, spreading his knees wide and pillowing his head on his folded arms. The sight of his mate in such an open, vulnerable position had Jaze clinging to his control. The creamy globes beckoned silently to be kissed and licked. In the darker flesh between was the small pink portal that granted Jaze entry to the beloved body. Ignoring any of the hitherto used confectionary, Jaze began to taste his lover. His tongue laved over one perfect nether cheek and then the other. He licked a stripe up and down the cleft relishing the soft mewl from his lover. His tongue moved to circle puckered flesh and Jaze could feel it flutter with anticipation. He flicked his tongue over it once...twice and, gripping Stewie's buttocks tightly, thrust deep into the velvet channel. He held hard as Stewie bucked and screamed at the sudden invasion. Jaze plundered ruthlessly. He teased and tasted, thrusting deeper as the resilient muscle relaxed. He felt Stewie try to push back, but kept his grip. He was in charge.

"Stay still." He instructed as he reluctantly pulled away from the delectable body. He broke off a small square of chocolate and pushed it into Stewie's loosened opening to a low moan from the blond. A second square followed quickly and then Jaze resumed his oral attack. He probed and licked, the sharper tang of Stewie's body once again complimenting the sweetness of the chocolate and Jaze feasted rapaciously.

Jaze slid a hand under Stewie's body and fisted the hardness he found. The slender rod was slick with pre-come and Jaze spread the fluid and pumped Stewie to his lover's incoherent cries of pleasure. Rising up, Jaze rapidly coated his straining shaft with lube and positioned himself at the entrance to the blond's body. 

Stewie felt the broad head of his mate's sex nudge between his nether cheeks and position itself.

"Yes, Jaze, please, Jaze, want you, need you, do it," Stewie babbled in his desire to be taken by his bigger lover. The babble became a low keening as Jaze's long, thick length sank slowly and deeply until the bigger man's sac slapped gently against Stewie's.

"So hot, so tight, babe. Love how you feel around me. Love you," Jaze groaned as he held himself still waiting for Stewie to settle at being so fully filled.

"Love you, want you, need you," Stewie chanted. "Take me, love me."

Jaze's growl was low and feral. He held Stewie's hips tight and began a long slow glide backwards until just the head of his engorged shaft was inside his mate, followed by an equally slow glide back inside. His shaft effortlessly rubbed Stewie's sweet spot and the smaller man wailed in a mix of pleasure and frustration. He had expected Jaze to pound into him. Jaze refused to be hurried, relishing the intimacy, leaning over the smaller form to lick and nip at the creamy skin of shoulders and back, the sweetness of his mate exceeding that of even the luxurious chocolate. Jaze stroked between Stewie's smooth thighs, avoiding his erection, trying to draw out their lovemaking.

Jaze pulled Stewie carefully to straddle his thickly muscled thighs, the position sinking him that bit deeper into slick, velvet heat. Jaze rumbled deep in his chest at the pleasure he felt from the rippling sheath around his flesh. He wrapped one strong arm around Stewie's trim waist to lift and lower his lover in counterpoint to the strong upward thrusts of his haunches. Stewie cried his appreciation as his arms reached back to grasp desperately Jaze's neck and shoulders, helpless to do anything other than enjoy his ravishment. Jaze sucked at the fragile flesh at the pale throat to leave a mark of his passion and possession. He relished the whimpers that spilt from his mate's sweet lips as he finally moved to grip Stewie's hardness.

Stewie could hear breathless moans and pleas and a part of his brain dimly registered he was the one making them. His erection was engulfed by his lover's large hand and he felt strong stroking begin. He writhed on the solid rod that impaled him as he tried to thrust into the bigger man's knowing grip, wordlessly pleading for harder and faster. He sobbed his appreciation as Jaze answered his pleas. Jaze began to move in earnest, burying himself even deeper with each hard, fast movement. Stewie felt pleasure beginning deep in his groin spiralling outwards. His head fell back onto Jaze's shoulder, his mouth open in a silent scream. Jaze's hand was a blur on his shaft and Stewie felt his imminent release. He came hard, his body shuddering with the intensity. An arc of pearlescent seed spilt onto the dark sheets to glisten wetly as tangible evidence of his pleasure.

Jaze recognised the signs of Stewie's approaching climax. As Stewie reached his zenith, Jaze bellowed his mate's name, his own orgasm sweeping through him. Lights danced before his eyes. He felt the incendiary heat of Stewie's body as his lover's slender channel clenched even more tightly and spasmed around him. He felt pulse after pulse of his semen fill the tight sheath and heard a soft moan from Stewie as the smaller man was voluptuously filled by his lover's release. Jaze lowered the pliant form to the bed, blanketing his mate, still thrusting even though fully spent. His lips moved slowly over Stewie leaving butterfly kisses in their wake and Stewie murmured his appreciation almost inaudibly.

Stewie floated in post-orgasmic bliss until Jaze insisted he rouse himself. The blond was led to a warm bath, filled with chocolate scented bubbles. He snickered at the scent but threw Jaze a grateful glance. They were both sticky and needed the cleaning. He was carefully guided in and smiled as his lover joined him, pulling Stewie's slighter body tight to Jaze's broad chest.

"Thank you, Stewie," Jaze whispered.

"No, thank you," Stewie insisted. "It was wonderful, you were wonderful."

"Just relax for a few minutes," Jaze whispered, nuzzling into Stewie's hair. 

Stewie manoeuvred himself to be able to kiss his thoughtful lover. Jaze returned it with equal fervour, each man wanting to convey their love for the other through kisses and gentle touches. 

"I guess this gives a whole new meaning to the words 'chocolate lover'," Stewie murmured softly.

"I don't think I'll ever see that chocolate again without getting hard," Jaze smiled.

"You and me both," Stewie agreed. He sighed his happiness and contentment as Jaze's strong, talented hands began to rub gently at his skin helping to clean away chocolate, cake and cream. He relaxed further into the loving embrace. For now the rest of the world ceased to exist, everything he ever needed or wanted was right there, holding him and caring for him. He twisted and received the kiss he craved.

"I love you, Jaze," he said, his turquoise eyes locking with hazel orbs.

"I love you, Stewie," Jaze replied. 

He wrapped his arms around Stewie's slim waist and both men relished the intimacy of being with the one they loved. Jaze knew they wouldn't be in the bath long, Stewie would quickly tire, but he was content for now to simply hold and kiss his lover and enjoy their post-coital intimacy. He had never been so happy.



Cobalt Blue Ch. 11 Pt. 01



The tall, powerfully built, dark-haired man gazed blandly, almost with boredom, at the people below him. Men and women, some in mixed or single sex pairs or in mixed or single groups, some clearly Dom/Sub, but all with one thing in common. Leather.

He moved to sit on a luxurious black leather settee situated on a circular mezzanine. The scene below was watched through dark glass allowing him to observe whilst remaining unseen.

The Club was exclusive, even for those milling below. The gold circlet around a well-developed bicep denoted his extra special status. In addition to the settee on which he sat , there was a low table in front and a small, enclosed booth behind. His was one of thirty such booths. It held a divan and, if the desire so arose, he could enter it, activate a switch to alert Club security to the need for privacy and it would be appropriately despatched. Downstairs, more public liaisons occurred, but the tall man had no interest in them. Upstairs, as down, boasted a games room, dance floor and fantastically well stocked bar. The prices, however, had caused his eyebrows to rise.

Acknowledging he had something of an exhibitionist streak, he ruminated that having duly experienced the Club, he knew this scene wasn't for him - and more importantly - wasn't for the slender blond sitting closely at his side. He slid a strong arm around the slim form, protectively and possessively. Whilst the Club wasn't for them, the clothes were something else entirely. He knew he looked more than good. He wore thick leather pants and biker boots, a pristine white T with a knee-length sleeveless leather waistcoat over. The outfit emphasised his strength, musculature and masculinity. 

But the outfit his partner wore... he was half hard just thinking about it and his mouth watered in anticipation. It was the same reaction as he had when seeing them dress at home. Black leather over-the-knee boots with a two inch steel stiletto heel reached up onto smooth, honey-tinted thighs. A black leather mini-skirt reached just below taut buttocks. Above the skirt was a sleeveless top of mesh and leather which periodically gave a tantalising glimpse of dark nipples and areola. The pale, slender neck was encircled by a black leather collar studded with diamante and had a matching leash. He didn't lead the blond, however. Instead he watched slim hips sway provocatively as they walked ahead and he watched heads turn in a mix of avarice, admiration and arousal. But as much as they could look, he would rip the hand off anyone who tried to touch. His partner's blond hair glowed like burnished gold, eyes held a minute touch of turquoise shadow to emphasise their blueness and a slick of gloss made the perfect lips glisten enticingly. He leant to inhale musk and vanilla.

"You ok?" he asked quietly.

"Fine," came the reply, but the eyes added a silent plea for the bigger man to stay at their side.

"Time for a last walkabout downstairs," the dark male said more loudly and attached the leash.

The blond preceded him, apparently ignoring all around them, but both were carefully and covertly scanning those watching them. The bigger man felt heat pooling further at his groin at the sight of his ravishing mate and was grateful that the thick leather would hide much of his arousal. Completing a circuit, they returned to the mezzanine and headed to their booth. The dark man growled warningly as a blond male approached, his green eyes devouring his partner. 

The interloper was physically similar to the dark haired man, but the eyes held an arrogance the other man's didn't. The small blond stepped back to press against a powerful chest, feeling the interloper's jealous eyes undressing them.

"You share?" the big blond asked the dark man without preamble.

"No," came the measured reply. "I like others to see what they can't have."

"Pity," the other said, still staring. "A little pretty like this would look good on their hands and knees pleasuring us both."

A frisson from their partner's body had the dark male's protectiveness surging. He wrapped an arm around the trim waist and met the green eyes with resolute hazel orbs.

"Never going to happen," he growled menacingly. The tone worked instantly. Green eyes left the smaller body and the man drifted away. 

The blond was turned in strong arms and a hand rubbed at the front of the mini-skirt. A small nod from them and the bigger man hurried to their booth. The blond disappeared inside and the dark man activated the privacy switch. He stood and waited until a human behemoth arrived and stood like a silent sentinel outside and then joined their mate on the divan. There was little light, but none was needed. Lips found lips without difficulty and bodies were crushed tightly together.

The blond was pushed to their back; the skirt hiked up around their waist and even in the near darkness, the other man could see the small leather pouch that housed his mate's aroused sex. He pulled it aside letting their erection spring free and buried his face in the small nest of fragrant blond curls at the base of the slender rod. He lapped at the almost hairless sac, sucking slowly and sensually on one then the other precious orb it housed. He licked his way from root to tip of the hard, hot flesh and then sucked at the engorged head, savouring his mate's musk and pre-come. He drank the intoxicating fluid greedily, his tongue traced the vein his eyes couldn't see and the smaller man writhed beneath him, clutching at him with deceptively strong hands. In response he engulfed straining flesh to the root and swallowed repeatedly. A muted grunt was the only verbal indication his mate had reached his zenith, but the pulses of salty sweet nectar were joyfully accepted as a tribute to the bigger man's lovemaking.

Gently, the sated organ slid from voracious lips and the still trembling body was lifted to sit securely cradled to a broad chest. Kisses were exchanged, just as silently. When satisfied his mate was sufficiently recovered, the dark man headed back to the front of the booth and turned off the switch. He watched their security guard lift his hand to his ear-set and, without so much as a glance in the booth's direction, he left as silently as he had come.

The two men sat smiling on the settee.

"Soon time to leave, Stewie," the bigger man murmured.

"I'm down with that, Jaze," the blond replied. 

"As soon as the witching hour comes round we're out of here," Jaze said.

"Yeah, I know," Stewie grinned. "You gotta take Cinders here home before the clothes become sackcloth and ashes and the car becomes a pumpkin."

Jaze grinned back, caressing the smooth, soft cheek. His eyes spoke the words he couldn't say aloud.

"Right back at you, Jaze," Stewie murmured nuzzling the older man.

As the time to leave came round, Jaze re-leashed Stewie and the blond led the way to the rear exit that led to the car park. As they stepped outside, Jaze removed the leash and the two men walked towards their car in the half-empty lot. 

Without warning a bright light shone in their faces, temporarily blinding both men. Jaze felt Stewie yanked from his side even as he bellowed the call sign for back up. His arms were pulled behind him and heavy fists pummelled at his unprotected abdomen. Ignoring the pain, he twisted sharply and punched where his attacker's body should be, pleased at the pained grunt from the successful contact. However, a blow to his lower back told him there were more assailants than just two.

Stewie had been physically lifted from Jaze's side. A thick arm was around his throat and another round his waist. Stewie heard vile words of hatred; words that told him what he was, what he was good for and what would be done to him. Stewie tried to block them out as the visions of previously beaten and raped couples sprang into his mind. He wouldn't let this scum get away with any more attacks on the innocent. Adrenalin coursed through his veins. With a strength his slender form belied, Stewie kicked back. His heel rammed into his attacker's leg and the grip on him lessened as a howl of pain came from the bigger man behind him. Stewie followed up the kick with a hard elbow and this time he was able to drop free.

Stewie tried to pivot to land another kick, but he forgot he was wearing stiletto heels and his ankle twisted. He fell to the ground, his knees scraping on gravel. He immediately tried to regain his feet, but a solid weight landed on his back, driving his face into unforgiving cement. Stewie was dazed as he was effortlessly flipped onto his back. He could see the anger and hate in the eyes of the man straddling him. A strong hand grabbed his jaw, forcing it open and another forced a syringe between his lips. Stewie was unable to prevent its contents being discharged and swallowing some, spitting the rest as best he could. Stewie saw the grin of pure evil on the face above him.

"Little thing like you should just lie back and take whatever we give you. Now you will," the man hissed malevolently.

Stewie knew the chemical cocktail he'd just been forced to ingest; a mix of a hallucinogen and barbiturate which also had the effect of numbing the victim's throat. Stewie would be awake and aware of his attack, but unable to fight or to scream and later his memories would be fractured and fragmented. At the same time, Jaze would be beaten bloody. A tear leaked from Stewie's eye at the thought of his gentle lover badly hurt. As his assaulter moved, Stewie acted. A well aimed knee connected with the other blond's groin and as he went slack-jawed and wide-eyed, Stewie followed up with a blow to the man's nose. Stewie struggled to his feet as his man went down, his wavering sight seeking out Jaze.

Jaze was being held by one man as another prepared to deliver a blow to already painful ribs. Jaze had managed to take one man out, but the others had proven more resilient. He was suddenly aware of a small blond blur as Stewie tackled his attacker.

Stewie hurtled towards the man hurting his mate. The two of them went down hard, the small blond ending up on his back. The world was becoming more distorted and Stewie gave a muted whimper as a heavy weight pinned him to the ground. A blow to his face stunned the slender man further and then Stewie was aware of a hand reaching under his short skirt. He tried to do something...anything... to stop the unwanted touch, but his body was refusing to obey his mind. The tiny leather pouch was ripped brutally away and a rough and unfamiliar hand grasped at his fragile flesh. 

"Scream for me." 

Stewie was laughingly taunted as the grip tightened and his mouth opened in a silent cry of agony.

A bellow of fury had the would-be-rapist forgetting about his prey. He was hauled to his feet and a fist repeatedly slammed into his face. Jaze had seen what was happening to Stewie and a primal rage had erupted inside him, the anger adding to his strength. He dropped the man to the floor and was drawing back a booted foot, when insistent hands pulled him away and a voice he dimly recognised buzzed in his ear. It took a moment for Jaze to orientate himself and for the words to penetrate the haze of vengeful wrath. He felt himself being shaken and then Leo's face came into focus.

"Leave this scum where it is, mate," the voice finally brought Jaze back to the present and he saw the crumpled man at his feet. "Stewie needs you, Jaze," the voice continued. "They got some of that hellbrew inside him. Go with him. Shaz and I'll sort things out here."

"Leo," Jaze muttered and then the words sank in. "Stewie!" Jaze cried as he moved to where paramedics were tending to his fallen lover and team-mate. "Stewie?" he repeated more softly as the small blond form was moved to a stretcher. He saw a hand twitch and Stewie's head loll towards him and moved rapidly to hold tight to his beloved. "It's all over, Stewie," he said, as much to reassure himself as the drugged man. "It's over," he repeated as he climbed into the ambulance.

****

At the hospital, Jaze was relieved to be greeted by the same doctor that had treated Stewie when he and Shaz had been locked in a metal container. The older medic nodded his recognition of Jaze as he read the notes for Stewie's admission. He frowned at the signs of beating both men showed and his eyes took in the outfits.

"Undercover," Jaze ground out tersely. "Stewie's wearing gear designed for where we worked. I don't want anyone thinking otherwise."

The doctor nodded as Jaze listed the known ingredients of the liquid Stewie had been forced to swallow.

"The recent gay attacks," he said.

"There won't be any more," Jaze said emphatically.

"Jen," the doctor called to a nurse.

"Dr Ainsworth?" The nurse came to stand with the two men. 

"I want Inspector Kingston x-rayed as a precaution and I'd like you to clean up his face. I'll be taking care of Sergeant Donovan personally."

"Thanks, John," Jaze said fervently. Reluctantly he let his mate be taken away from him and he dutifully followed his nurse's directions.

By the time Jaze was escorted back to the waiting area, Leo and Shaz were already there.

"We have a singer," the dark woman said with satisfaction. "One of them took photographs. We have them for every couple they attacked. They're going down hard." She gave a grim smile of triumph.

"Anything about Stewie?" Jaze asked, sitting carefully. Now the adrenalin was wearing off, Jaze was certain he could feel each and every bruise to his body.

"Not yet," Leo replied. "You ok?" he asked. 

"Not yet," Jaze answered truthfully, "but I will be when I get some positive news about Stewie.

The three stood as one as Dr Ainsworth came towards them. The smile on his face had them releasing a breath none realised they'd been holding.

"You're going to have one bruised and battered young man to care for, Jaze," the doctor said succinctly. "We were lucky. Nothing badly hurt and, knowing the properties of the drug, I've pumped him and have him settled. I'm keeping him in for 24 hours as a precaution, but I don't foresee any reason he can't go home after that. His memories might be a little sketchy, a mix of a couple of head blows and the drug."

"I want to stay with him, John. I need to. I'll call it protective custody if necessary," Jaze said. He met the raised eyebrow steadily, not backing down, but not forcing the issue. The silent attrition won. John nodded his acquiescence. 

"He's unlikely to wake before morning. I'll pass on the message to the night staff that will check on him."

"Thank you, John" Jaze said sincerely. "I just want to be there when Stewie wakes and I can't bear the thought of leaving him alone right now. Not even here."

The medic nodded his understanding.

"We'll call back in the morning," Shaz said giving her team leader a hug.

"And we'll bring some decent clothes," Leo sniffed as he ran his eye over Jaze's outfit.

****

Stewie lay unmoving, his eyes shut. He was already certain that not only was he was not in bed with his lover, but was in hospital. He reviewed the evidence available to his limited senses: firstly no reassuring warm body, secondly a small bed, thirdly a sterile smell. If they weren't enough, every part of Stewie seemed to hurt. His face, his throat, his stomach, his groin, his knees even one of his ankles was stiff as he tried to move it. His memories were shaky. He knew they'd gone undercover, but wasn't sure they'd caught the gang. However, he was reassured of Jaze's safety by one of his hands being enveloped by a strong grip and the rhythmic rasping breath of the man he loved. He turned his head and began to crack his eyes open slowly. Despite every ache in his body, the sight of his big lover hunched in a small plastic chair brought a smile to his lips.

As though the smile was the catalyst to his waking, hazel eyes opened to gaze with a mix of love and concern.

"Hey," Stewie husked, surprised by the hoarseness of his voice.

"Hey, baby," Jaze said. He immediately moved to lean over his lover and their kiss was gentle and tender.

Stewie's hand traced the bruises on the beloved visage.

"This all you got?" he asked.

"I'm fine, sweetheart," Jaze affirmed. "A few lucky blows. They managed to dose you, though. Do you remember?"

"I remember the Club and flashes about the fight now, but nothing clearly. I ache in places," Stewie's worried eyes met Jaze's and the bigger man understood the unasked question.

"One of the bastards got his hands on you before I could stop him. You're bruised from the assault, that's all. They also gave you a stomach pump, which will make your throat sore. But we've got them, babe. They won't hurt anyone else."

"I wanna go home," Stewie said, his eyes beginning to tear as the mixture of drugs and shock finally took their toll. "Take me home," he begged his mate.

"I will, baby," Jaze promised. He moved to sit on the bed and cradled his lover to his chest, letting the smaller man release his fears and pain by quiet sobbing until he felt Stewie go limp. He settled the now sleeping form back to the bed and scrubbed at his own tears. "I want you home and safe in my arms," he said to the younger man.

It took another few hours before Stewie was cleared to go home. The two men were dropped off by Shaz and Leo. Pausing only to ensure their home was securely locked, the couple tumbled drained and aching into their bed. Their arms and legs entwined as though they were one being and they slipped into a deep healing sleep.

****

When Stewie next woke, he was disappointed to find himself alone in bed, but the sight and scent of jasmine candles had a soft smile playing about his lips. The smell was soothing, as was the slightly off-key sound of singing from their en-suite bathroom. Gingerly, the blond eased himself from bed. He wanted his mate's company. He shuffled stiffly, limping a little on his still sore ankle, into the bathroom. He peered inside. Jaze was filling their oversized, claw-footed, freestanding bath. There were more candles lit around the bath and the subdued light and sensual scent turned it into an oasis of calmness. 

"Hey," Stewie smiled.

"Hey yourself," Jaze replied coming to gently envelop his small lover in strong arms. For a moment the two men simply relished the comfort of a tender embrace. "I thought we could share a bath. It'll help with some of the worst of our aches," Jaze explained nuzzling the blond's temple. "After that we'll order take-away food and relax and snuggle in the den."

"Sounds perfect," Stewie sighed.

Jaze added scented oil to the water and took Stewie's hand.

"Thanks, lover," Stewie murmured as he moved stiffly into the bath. The heat was perfect and the smaller man moaned his appreciation as it permeated his body. He looked at the bigger man. "Are you just going to watch or participate?" he asked, batting his eyes to a bark of laughter from Jaze.

"Participating," the older man replied, his voice dropping to a dark, sultry purr, "most definitely participating."

He slowly removed the robe he wore, purposely flexing his muscles and turning to allow Stewie to see the dusky flesh that rose from between powerful thighs. This time the moan he heard had nothing to do with the bath and Jaze grinned wolfishly.

Stewie swallowed at the sight of the bigger man preening before him. Jaze's strength and masculinity were incredibly arousing for the blond and he felt a different kind of heat begin to pool in his groin. He watched mesmerised as Jaze stalked to the bath, stroking his shaft leisurely.

"See something you like, babe?" he purred huskily.

"Oh yeah," Stewie breathed.

Jaze brought his hard flesh to Stewie's perfect lips and the younger man opened his mouth immediately. Gently, Jaze nudged the flared head of his sex past Stewie's lush lips. He rocked slowly, not wanting to rush the moment or the sensation of wet heat. He groaned his pleasure as Stewie used his tongue to probe insistently at the slit of Jaze's arousal, humming his happiness. Pulling away reluctantly, Jaze moved to position himself behind Stewie in the bath. As he settled, he cradled the blond to his chest.




Cobalt Blue Ch. 11 Pt. 01



"As beautiful as you looked in your leather gear, love," Jaze murmured into Stewie's ear. "I just want to let you know we won't be going to leather clubs as part of our lovemaking."

"You looked pretty damn hot yourself," Stewie husked, "but I'm glad about the club. There's nothing to stop us using leather in our private life and as part of our fantasies though," he promised.

"That's good to know, babe," Jaze whispered. "Now relax and let me take care of you."

Stewie mewled softly as a soap-slick hand began to caress his body. The hand slid between his thighs to stroke at a column of excited flesh every bit as hard as that Stewie could feel pressing into his back.

"I want you, Jaze," he murmured. "Make love with me."

"Always, angel," Jaze vowed.

Jaze continued to gently stroke Stewie's arousal whilst his other hand carefully cupped the bruised sac, not wanting to hurt his beloved. He gave a mental sigh of relief as Stewie's reaction was to thrust into his mate's grip, the soft cries of pleasure music to the bigger man's ears.

"In me, Jaze, I want you in me." Stewie pleaded and heard Jaze groan at the sound of need in his words. Then the smaller man felt, rather than heard, Jaze utter a single word.

"Mine."

Jaze urged Stewie to turn and kneel astride his legs. Coating his fingers liberally with the organic bath oil, Jaze reached behind Stewie to begin preparing his lover. Their mouths met and mated, tongues swirling and dancing. Moans and soft pleasured cries joined the scented steam around the couple. Water spilt over onto the floor but neither man noticed, each absorbed only in ensuring they pleased the other. As Jaze entered a second finger into Stewie's molten depths, he nipped his way to the alluring nipples, sucking around the coffee areola to leave a visible mark of his passion. As he corkscrewed three fingers in the tiny channel, their arousals slid together in a sinuous, sensual dance of their own.

Positioning Stewie to face away from him, Jaze carefully guided his aching shaft to press against Stewie's glistening portal. Both men moaned as the hard, thick flesh breached the guardian muscle. With infinite care, Jaze eased the lithe body down until he was fully enveloped in the tight, rippling sheath. As Stewie panted, becoming accustomed to being so fully filled, Jaze slid his hands under his mate's knees, drawing them up towards Stewie's chest.

"Just relax and let me do all the work, babe," Jaze husked.

Stewie was helpless in Jaze's arms and relished his powerlessness. Jaze's strong hips bucked, thrusting into velvet heat. A moan heralded his hardness rubbing across Stewie's jewel. The blond's head lolled from side to side. Unable to do anything other than accept pleasure from his powerful mate left the smaller man feeling voluptuous and hedonistic. Jaze shifted to hook both of Stewie's legs over one arm, freeing the other to squeeze his lover's yearning length. He stroked firmly, nipping at honeyed shoulders, powerful gluteus muscles flexing and relaxing as he inexorably moved them both towards their zenith.

Stewie mewled and gasped as he felt his climax gather. Heat spiralled from his groin, stars danced before his eyes and he panted wetly, desperate to pull in enough oxygen. Jaze's teeth biting at the juncture of his throat and shoulder, his thumb flicking across the engorged head of Stewie's sex and a well placed thrust against the smaller man's sweet spot were an irresistible combination. Arching as best he could in Jaze's grip, Stewie wailed his mate's name as his release thundered through his body. His seed jetted forth to coat Jaze's hand, drops reaching as far as the older man's cheeks.

As Stewie came, the tight channel spasmed with almost brutal intensity around Jaze's sensitised flesh. He bellowed Stewie's name as pulse after pulse of his semen erupted to fill his mate's sheath. His body convulsed with the intensity of his release, forcing his length even deeper in his slender lover and it was long moments later before either man was fully cognisant. Jaze continued to hold Stewie for another couple of minutes as they basked in the post-orgasmic afterglow. Both men equally mourning the loss of Jaze's flesh from inside Stewie's body. 

"Come on, love," Jaze urged. "Let's get you dried off before you fall asleep on me."

Once dried, Jaze watched affectionately as Stewie padded to his bedside locker. He felt his heart melt as he saw his lover don the dog-tag necklace and their commitment ring. Stewie then pulled on a thick, warm robe and turned to his lover. Jaze felt like basking in the incandescent smile.

"I love you, Jaze," he said.

Jaze had the gap between them closed in a couple of large strides.

"I love you, too," he affirmed. "Go order whatever you fancy to eat. Like I said, we're doing nothing else today except relax."

''K." Stewie obediently headed off to their den. Jaze watched him go then returned to clean the bathroom.

Around the bath there were several opportunities for spilt water to drain away. The tiles were not excessively wet and so Jaze concentrated on simply emptying the bath. As the water swirled around the plughole, suddenly Jaze felt his body shiver. A picture of Stewie lying beneath his attacker came into his mind's eye. The bigger man moaned softly gripping the edge of the tub so hard, his knuckles whitened. //He's ok. He wasn't badly hurt// Jaze reassured himself mentally. It didn't detract from how easily he could have lost his mate. If Stewie's assailant had been armed, he could have been planning Stewie's funeral, not seduction. As the last of the water vanished, Jaze had come to a decision.

In the den, Stewie lay on his stomach on the daybed and switched off the cordless phone. Soft music played and the blond hummed along. He knew he'd had a lucky escape, they both had. Jaze could have been hurt so much worse. He looked up as his lover came into the room. The serious look on the beloved face had Stewie moving instantly to stand, concern radiating from his turquoise eyes.

"Jaze?" he asked holding out his hands.

The bigger man clasped Stewie's hands tightly and then manoeuvred them so Stewie was sitting as Jaze knelt before the younger man. He gazed into sapphire depths that glowed with love and reflected his mate's worry. Taking a deep breath, Jaze uttered words he never expected to say.

"Marry me."



Cobalt Blue Ch. 11 Pt. 02



Chapter 11: Leather, Lust And Love Part 2 Of 2

In the den, Stewie lay on his stomach on the daybed and switched off the cordless phone. Soft music played and the blond hummed along. He knew he'd had a lucky escape, they both had. Jaze could have been hurt so much worse. He looked up as his lover came into the room. The serious look on the beloved face had Stewie moving instantly to stand, concern radiating from his turquoise eyes.

"Jaze?" he asked holding out his hands.

The bigger man clasped Stewie's hands tightly and then manoeuvred them so Stewie was sitting as Jaze knelt before the younger man. He gazed into sapphire depths that glowed with love and reflected his mate's worry. Taking a deep breath, Jaze uttered words he never expected to say.

"Marry me."

For a moment it seemed as though time itself had stopped. The two men, one sitting, the other kneeling, seemed frozen as the words hung in the air between them.

Jaze then realised he was lying on the floor, Stewie was straddling his body and the beautiful blond was laughing and crying at the same time. In between butterfly kisses, laughter and small sobs, Jaze could barely discern the words, but when he did, his heart soared.

"Yesjaze, yesjaze, yesjaze,"

"Thank you," Jaze husked as he pulled Stewie to lie on top of him and mated their mouths. Their tongues began a slow, intimate caress. Jaze moved his hands to cup taut, golden globes, squeezing rhythmically as their tongues slid sinuously, entwining to pull first one then the other into mouths to be sucked leisurely. Finally they broke apart to pant shallowly and then Stewie pulled back to gaze in adoration at his fiancé.

"I love you, Jackson Kingston Donovan," he laughed.

"I love you, Stewart Donovan Kingston," Jaze replied. He rolled them to loom over his diminutive lover and looked down, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief. "And that definitely sounds the better combination." He fused their lips, kissing Stewie until they were both completely breathless and then cradled him tightly to his broad chest. He felt Stewie's breath, warm and moist, as the blond nuzzled through dark chest fur to latch on a large, pink-brown nub and suckle appreciatively. Jaze caressed the soft curtain of golden silk that reached past his mate's shoulders. "Will you take my name, baby?" he asked huskily.

Stewie released the peaked flesh he'd been nibbling. He'd known Jaze was serious about the marriage, but thought he was joking about names. He looked up into anxious hazel eyes.

"I'd love to, if you're really sure, Jaze. I don't need it to know we're married."

"I want other people to know. I want people to see just what a beautiful and intelligent man I have as my husband. I'll be so proud to be married to you."

Stewie felt the heat blaze at his cheeks and he buried his face into Jaze's shoulder.

"Not half as proud as I'll be with a husband who's tall, dark, devastatingly handsome as well as intelligent," he murmured.

Jaze hugged the lithe form tightly and then groaned as their doorbell sounded. Reluctantly the men separated and Jaze went to collect what was bound to be their take away order. As he closed the door, the rumbling growl from his stomach persuaded Jaze that they needed to eat. He returned to the den to find Stewie sitting cross-legged, naked and smiling at him from his position at their low table. Two chilled bottles of water, disposable chopsticks and napkins were ready. Jaze grinned. Once they'd eaten their fill, everything could be thrown away. The smile widened as it sank into Jaze's mind that Stewie had agreed to marry him, was *his*. Was prepared to make it public he was Jaze's. He sat at Stewie's side and kissed his mate hungrily, another appetite beginning to build even as he was preparing to assuage the first.

As their meal progressed, they began to trade kisses and caresses, allowing their lust to simmer gently. Stewie leant forward and slowly licked a drop of sauce from Jaze's lips. He then dipped his finger into the carton that held it and dabbed it onto the nipple he'd nibbled earlier, sucking slowly and deliberately, finishing his cleansing with a gentle nip. He allowed his bigger mate to push him back to lie on the cushions. A drop of sauce was dripped onto each breast and then trailed down the smooth, golden skin. A couple of drops in his navel made him giggle and then the trail ended just above his small nest of pubic fur. 

Jaze moved to straddle the slender form. He lapped at each breast, laving at the areola before nibbling at each perfect cinnamon nub. His tongue followed the sauce, occasionally licking became sucking and Jaze admired the marks adorning the beautiful body that were a sign of his passion and possession. He diligently tongued the small indent to ensure it was completely clean as Stewie moaned and writhed beneath him. Finally Jaze had removed all evidence of the sauce and placed soft open-mouthed kisses just above soft blond curls. Carefully he tugged at the small treasure trail to soft cries of pleasure. He ignored the column of smooth pinkened flesh that rose as testament to Stewie's arousal. Instead he licked the glistening trail of pre-come that had pooled on the younger man's toned abdomen. He nosed at the curls cradling the base of the erect flesh to savour the scent of jasmine from the bath and Stewie's musk. As he placed slow kisses up the hard flesh, his mate mewled and moaned. Stewie's head rolled from side to side, his tresses fanning out like a golden halo. Jaze growled his appreciation at the sight and sound of his mate lost in sensual bliss. He sucked slowly on the engorged head of Stewie's sex. His tongue teased at the sensitive underside and he gnawed delicately at the glans, holding Stewie's hips down to prevent his lover thrusting too deeply as he thrashed uncontrollably.

"Roll over, baby," Jaze said, his voice a low, husk of primal desire.

As Stewie lay on his stomach, Jaze parted the smooth thighs, bending to kiss up each one. As he reached the delectable globes, he sucked hard and gave a feral grin at the mark adorning the perfect honeyed cheek. He heard the soft groan and slid a hand under Stewie's hips to caress his mate's hardness. As his hand stroked, Jaze plunged his tongue into the small pink portal to his lover's body. He relished the moan of pleasure and the way Stewie panted and writhed, pushing back on the moist invader that thrust into his body and forward into his mate's strong grip. 

"Gonna come, Jaze," Stewie moaned. "Gonna...gonna...oh...Jaze!" Stewie's body convulsed as he came. He could feel Jaze's tongue continue to lick and thrust at his entrance as he erupted over Jaze's hand. His mate's other hand stroked over his buttocks in soothing circles as his climax came to an end and he slumped breathless and boneless. He felt himself be rolled onto his back and Jaze's tongue caressed his skin as his lover cleansed his body.

"So beautiful, baby," Jaze said hoarsely. "I love it when you come."

They kissed unhurriedly and Stewie moaned as he tasted himself in Jaze's mouth. Despite being achingly hard, Jaze was in no rush. He wanted to show his fiancé just how much he was loved, how much it meant to him to have the younger man accept his proposal. He moved to suck at each taut teat, nipping carefully and pinching gently whichever bud was bereft of his mouth. He felt Stewie reach to mirror the caresses to his own nipples and groaned his appreciation of his mate's dexterity. He allowed himself to be pushed to his back and then Stewie's lush lips were sucking and kissing each of his nipples as the smaller man's hand slid between Jaze's thighs.

Jaze gave a guttural cry and his legs drifted apart to allow Stewie more intimate access. Stewie's blond head moved between the powerful thighs and began to lick at the lightly furred skin. He licked up the crease of thigh and groin, his lover's hairs tickling his skin as he moved. His tongue slid over his mate's furred sac. He delicately tugged at the hair to gasps from Jaze whose erect organ pulsed pre-come in response. Stewie lapped up the pooled evidence of Jaze's desire and then probed at the small slit at the broad, red head of his older lover's sex to drink down the salty sweet nectar. Stewie sealed his lips around the thick hard organ and moved to slowly envelop the whole length. Jaze gave a long, low, drawn out groan as Stewie then reversed the caress to place kisses as light as humming birds' wings over the purpled head.

"Bed, baby," Jaze growled. "Bed now. Want to come in you."

The two men moved as one just as far as the daybed. They writhed together, their kisses hungry and demanding, hands stroking avariciously, each trying to possess as much of their lover as possible.

"In me, Jaze. Need you in me," Stewie groaned as a large thick finger pressed inside his channel that was still somewhat slick and loose.

"Want you to ride me, baby. Want to see you come when I'm buried deep inside you."

"Make me ready, lover, please," Stewie begged.

Jaze's hand slid under the pillows and snagged a tube of lube. He slicked two of his fingers and as Stewie devoured one pebbled nipple then the other, Jaze thrust his fingers voraciously inside molten heat. Stewie immediately began to grind back on the questing digits and then abandoned Jaze's nipple with an impassioned cry as Jaze began to rub the smaller man's sweet spot.

"Oh yeah, baby," Jaze growled possessively. "Let me see how much you love this. How much you love me inside you."

"Love you inside me," Stewie panted and then groaned gutturally as a third finger crowded his tiny channel. He felt them pump and corkscrew, pleasuring and stretching him and he pushed back eagerly, demandingly. Wanting more, needing more. "Love you, Jaze. Always love you."

"Love you, Stewie. Want to be inside you, want to feel you all around me."

"Do it, do it," Stewie gasped.

Jaze lay on his back, his long powerful legs bent at the knee. Stewie knelt between them his slender hands warmed the lube and then spread it on Jaze's aching shaft. The feel of the slickness of the gel and the tenderness in both Stewie's touch and the younger man's eyes had Jaze writhing with need.

"Want you so much, angel, love you so much."

Jaze watched avidly as Stewie moved to throw a smooth limb over Jaze's body and shifted into position. Stewie knelt up, reaching behind himself.

"Help me, Jaze," he said huskily. "Want you in me."

Jaze's large hands spread Stewie's buttocks wide as the younger man took hold of hard, thick flesh and positioned it a his entrance. They locked eyes, smouldering turquoise with inflamed hazel as he began his descent. "I love you, Jaze," he ground out as the broad head of Jaze's sex pushed through the tight ring of muscle. Finally he sat flush on Jaze's groin, the older man's furred body tickling Stewie's smooth skin. He smiled as Jaze's hands rubbed soothingly over his thighs and flanks as the smaller man adjusted to the feeling of complete fullness.

Jaze watched Stewie unblinkingly as the younger man relaxed around him. The hot tight sheath rippling over the length of his flesh was almost enough to fracture the older man's control, but he had no intentions of coming without his lover. He reached to caress the half hard flesh at Stewie's groin, his thumb teasing the tiny slit on each upstroke, encouraging both full hardness and the addictive pre-come. As his thumb became slick and the shaft harder, Jaze changed hands to be able to suck at his digit just as Stewie's eye opened to gaze at him.

Stewie moaned softly as he watched Jaze lick his essence from his thumb and then opened his mouth obediently as Jaze raised his other hand to Stewie's lips. As they both tasted his pre-come, Stewie clenched his inner muscles causing a low guttural growl from his mate. In response, Jaze gave a short, sharp thrust that expertly pounded against Stewie's prostate. Stewie gasped and began to tense and relax his thigh muscles. His movements slow and small to start, lifting him incrementally higher and higher as he began to ride his mate in earnest. Stewie's eyes closed, his blond hair, in disarray, gave him the appearance of a debauched angel. Sweat beaded at his brow as he concentrated on impaling himself over and over on the hard flesh that pierced him. His focus was on every delicious feeling that Jaze's sex, buried so deeply within him, could engender. He ensured that at well as riding, he occasionally tightened his muscles. He groaned as he raised himself to keep just the engorged head of Jaze's arousal in him and the gasped aloud as he shifted back down, his hips giving an added wiggle to pleasure them both.

Jaze made incoherent growls and groans of pleasure. He loved to see Stewie like this, riding him, lost in sexual abandonment and focused only on the pleasure their most intimate of unions could provide. Stewie's hands were tightly gripping Jaze's thighs, using them as leverage to help him rise and fall. Jaze's hands roamed imperiously over the expanse of honeyed skin, fondling the sac between Stewie's thighs, tweaking each diamond hard nipple and stroking his mate's erection. Stewie's shaft now jutted hard and needy from the sweat-slick body and Jaze gave a feral rumble of satisfaction. Seeing his mate so close to fulfilment, Jaze began to flex his own powerful muscles. On each downward move of the slender body, Jaze thrust upwards, causing his hardness to ram against Stewie's jewel and the blond to wail his approval. 

"Want you to show me I'm yours, Jaze," Stewie gasped. "Come in me."

"Mine," Jaze roared in response to his mate's submissive words.

Jaze abandoned both the reddened nipples and Stewie's erection to grip tightly at his lover's slender waist, helping Stewie rise and lower faster and harder, pulling him down hard as he thrust upwards. It was the extra stimulation Stewie needed. Jaze watched enraptured at the joy that lit up Stewie's face as, with an undulating cry of Jaze's name, his mate's climax thundered through his slender body.

Stewie was lost in a storm of passion. Jaze's shaft pounded against his sweet spot causing the younger man to see stars behind his closed eyes. His nipples tingled and throbbed from Jaze's impassioned attentions and his own organ ached for release, his sac heavy with seed. He was so close, so close, heat radiating from his groin and then he was coming. He felt his release in every cell as he convulsed in an overload of sexual pleasure. From a distance he heard Jaze's voice bellow his name and he wailed again as Jaze's essence, hot and wet, pulsed deeply into his still spasming body.

As Stewie came, Jaze felt his erection grasped even more tightly and the clenching of the tight channel was finally too much to resist. He shouted Stewie's name as his orgasm blazed through him. His climax surged with an intensity that took Jaze's breath away. His hips pistoned hard, fast and his semen jetted deeply and unendingly into Stewie's molten depths. His seed filled the still rippling channel even as Stewie began to sink bonelessly towards Jaze's chest. As Jaze's climax began to wane his movements became more languorous, still thrusting Jaze cradled Stewie's limp body to his heaving chest. The older man content to simply lie in sated completion until Stewie showed signs of recovering.

Stewie blinked as awareness returned. He was still snuggled to Jaze's chest and his mate's shaft was still in him, although Stewie could feel it was almost at the point of slipping from his body. Jaze held him with one hand whilst the other stroked his hair and Stewie purred his satiation. 

"Welcome back, angel," Jaze said. "That was intense."

"Mmm, love," Stewie murmured. "Thank you." He kissed the sweat-damp curls of Jaze's chest and felt his lover kiss the top of his head.

"Thank you for filling all the cold empty places in my life, Stewie," Jaze added, his voice husky with suppressed emotion.

"Just as you fill mine, lover," Stewie assured immediately. "I can't imagine life without you," he added nuzzling into Jaze's neck. Both men gave a soft moan of loss as Jaze finally slid from Stewie's body. As he did, Jaze moved to position Stewie to lie nestled tightly to his side.

"You'll never need to, baby," Jaze vowed. "I'll get in touch with my family to let them know about us. My brother's pretty open-minded, Dad's more conservative, but it's our life, angel. I want you to take the lead in the wedding preparations. Discuss with me whatever you want and need, but the final decision on things will be yours. Although I do have one suggestion."

Stewie shivered despite being fully replete. Jaze's dark and seductive voice sending a frisson of arousal that had him twitching dryly in response.

"Yeah?" he whispered unable to trust his voice.

"I can picture you swaying up the aisle in a tight leather mini, with those sexy leather boots. " Jaze followed his words with his tongue to caress Stewie's ear, smiling in primal triumph at the full-blown shiver and shallow panting from his mate. Before Stewie could reply, his mouth was ruthlessly plundered. As the kiss broke apart, Stewie gazed adoringly up at his older lover. The wide, mischievous grin on Jaze's face making the blond give a peal of his own light, musical laughter.

"And the bride arrives riding pillion on a Harley Davidson," Stewie said with a giggle. However, he didn't fail to notice the gleam in his lover's eyes. He nuzzled into Jaze's embrace and soon heard his lover's rasping, rhythmic breathing. Even as lassitude began to overwhelm the blond, his mind was working overtime. 



Cobalt Blue Ch. 12



Cobalt Blue: 12 The Captive 

Pelaam: June 2007.

*

Stewie Donovan felt his body tense as his captor continued to move around the room. As he was blindfolded, the slender blond was only able to track by hearing and occasionally smell. His captor had distinctive cologne and would come close enough for the young man to inhale the scent of his tormentor as the man closely observed his restrained prize. Stewie's arms were stretched to their full capacity and secured beyond Stewie's means to free them. His ankles were similarly restrained and spread. A cushion or pillow was situated under the lissom man's hips and canted his lower body upward. Stewie could picture himself in his subjugator's eyes; naked, spread-eagled, restrained, fully exposed and completely helpless. He tried to swallow past a dry throat. Before the blindfold had been secured, his tormentor had shown the helpless man the instrument to be used on his body. He had not been touched since and anticipation had the adrenaline coursing through Stewie's veins with no way for the blond to be able to channel its strength. He knew what to expect and from the look in his captor's dark eyes as he'd been blindfolded, there would be no mercy shown. The desire had been clearly evident. His tormentor was relishing his anticipated assault on Stewie's defenceless body.

"Are you ready to begin, Mr Donovan?" The man's soft, honeyed tones were a contrast to the assault Stewie knew he could expect and made the slender man shiver in his restraints. "Cold, Mr Donovan?" The voice came again. "Not to worry, I will soon have you sweating. But that isn't going to be enough." The man's voice was in Stewie's left ear. "You know that don't you? It won't be enough until I hear your screams."

Stewie was aware of his tormentor moving away, but it wasn't until he felt the attack on the soles of his feet that he knew where the man had gone. Stewie tried not to flinch. He was determined to make his captor work for any response that would be forced from him. 

"Sensitive, Mr Donovan?" his tormentor mocked before subjecting Stewie's feet to a further attack. By the time Stewie's captor decided to move on, he noted with satisfaction that the beautiful blond captive was breathing heavily.

The next assault was on the tender skin between elbow and shoulder of the inner arms. Unable to move his arms in response, Stewie was soon sweating heavily with the effort of controlling his body.

"I see you're sweating, Mr Donovan," the voice came again. "I told you that you would soon be warm. I'm pleased to see you intend to fight me all the way. I would be so disappointed if you were to capitulate too quickly."

Stewie bit back a cry of surprise as a hot, wet tongue swept across his collarbone. He felt his groin twitch and his buttocks clench as a voice thick with lust purred into his ear, "Let me make you sweat more."

This time the assault was faster and more prolonged. Sensitive inner thighs were tormented and Stewie was unable to suppress the groan from between compressed lips as fire radiated from his lower body.

"You can do so much better than that, Mr Donovan." The disembodied voice mocked Stewie as it wavered close then away again. "I will be satisfied with nothing less than your scream of surrender to me."

Moving away from Stewie's thighs, his captor targeted chest and sensitive nipples, causing Stewie to try and buck despite his restraints. The slender man's breaths came in gasps and hiccups as he tried to prevent the scream that was welling up inside him as he reached the limits of his endurance.

"Scream for me, Stewie," the command was whispered as his tormentor targeted the most fragile flesh on his prisoner.

At the touch to the puckered flesh of his exposed anus, Stewie screamed, arching upwards as much as his restraints would allow before collapsing back as consciousness fled.

It took several minutes for Stewie to come back to his senses. His arms and legs had been released and he could feel warm hands rubbing at the stretched muscles of his thighs. However, his attention was more focused on the warm wet muscle that swept across his abdomen and down onto his still tingling groin to lick and suck at Stewie's softening penis.

"Welcome back, lover" Jaze grinned as he momentarily ceased in his dedicated duty of cleansing his young fiancé of his sweet sexual release. He took Stewie's softening organ in his mouth and sucked, gently ensuring he had swallowed all Stewie could offer. He smiled to himself at Stewie's moan of appreciation and tenderly released the flesh, raising himself to straddle Stewie's body and kiss his beloved blond deeply. Stewie moaned again as he tasted himself in Jaze's mouth.

"Please, love," Stewie murmured softly.

"My sweetheart," Jaze responded equally softly. "Love you." 

Jaze was always very careful when the men indulged in their bondage games. He had personally commissioned Stewie's restraints from a respected Italian leatherworker. They were soft, black and supple cuffs with a thick padding of sheepskin to prevent marking the fragile skin of Stewie's wrists or ankles. Their bondage games never featured pain. Both men had experienced too much of that in their lives as law enforcement officers. What the men relished was Stewie's complete sexual surrender and Jaze's full domination of the smaller man. Stewie's sexual submission was in complete contrast to his normal independence and constant challenging of Jaze in their working lives.

Instead of instruments of pain, Jaze used feathers, flowers, handmade Italian gloves of leather, suede, velvet or silk, food, drink and his own hands, lips and teeth to torment Stewie when the slender man was restrained. His intention, however, was always the same. To ensure his beautiful blond lover lost the battle of control over his body as he reached a shattering orgasm and Jaze relished the scream that heralded that climax. In this case, Jaze's chosen implement had been an ostrich feather that now lay on the bedside locker.

Jaze lowered his head to capture an enticing pink bud. He suckled and nipped contentedly until the flesh was red and achingly hard and then turned his attentions to the neglected twin. He relished the moans of pleasure from his mate and the erotic writhing of the lithe man under him. He encouraged Stewie to roll onto his stomach and refastened the ties. Although he didn't intend for Stewie to be restrained when they made love, he wasn't yet ready to relinquish playing their bondage game. Jaze's hands roamed imperiously over Stewie's back and buttocks. He took hold of the taut cheeks possessively and growled his appreciation as he parted the globes and stared with a growing hunger at the pink rosebud that gave him access to the precious body below.

He kissed the tiny portal and then began to lick and probe with his tongue until the flower blossomed and his tongue thrust greedily inside the velvet channel. The moan from his lover went straight to Jaze's long, thick shaft. 

Despite the disparity in size between the two men, they had been thankful to find that Stewie's smaller, slender body not only could accommodate but also appreciate Jaze's sex inside. They had worked up to penetration slowly when they had become lovers and Jaze would take the memory of sinking into Stewie's willing body for the first time to his grave. No matter how many times they performed this act of loving union, Jaze knew it would always be special for them. Not only was love-making desirable and pleasurable in itself, Jaze would never tire of making love with his blond angel and knew the reverse to be equally true, as for that brief moment in time the two men ceased to be separate entities and became as one in mind, spirit and body.

Jaze could feel Stewie trying to thrust back on his agile muscle, but failing due to the restraints. Not wanting to torment the younger man, Jaze pressed closer, delving deep within Stewie's body, tasting his lover's musk and feeling the body tremble with need and want. Stewie's mewls of pleasure sent jolt after jolt to Jaze's throbbing erection. Suddenly the older man could no longer wait to bury himself in Stewie's body. Withdrawing his tongue to a wail of loss, Jaze rapidly freed his lover and flipped him onto his back. Stewie's protest died on his lips as he saw the depths of love and desire in his bigger mate's eyes.

"Need you, Stewie," Jaze husked. "Need to be inside you now."

"Yes, love, please" Stewie agreed readily. He lifted his knees up and back displaying himself to Jaze's burning gaze and moaned at the deep growl of primal desire from his older lover.

Jaze wasted no time in covering his fingers in lubricant and as he thrust his first digit deep inside Stewie's tightness, he kissed the younger man deeply, trying to convey the depths of his love along with his obvious desire. Pleased to find Stewie able to accept a single digit without difficulty, Jaze quickly sheathed a second. Stewie groaned as they stimulated the jewel deep within him. Pleasure radiated out and the smaller man tried to bear down to increase the sensation. Jaze reacted to Stewie needs and began to scissor his fingers in between teasing the younger man's sweet spot.

"Now, Jaze, now," Stewie begged and groaned as Jaze ignored his plea and thrust a third finger inside coaxing Stewie's channel to relax and expand ready to accept longer, thicker flesh. Jaze coated his aching shaft as he fondled Stewie's almost hairless sac, rolling and squeezing the sensitive orbs inside.

"Please, please," Stewie begged again. This time his older lover answered his plea and Stewie arched in response to Jaze sliding deep inside the carefully prepared sheath.

"Angel," Jaze groaned as he began to thrust very shallowly inside tight velvet heat. He locked eyes with Stewie as he gently sped up his thrusts. Warm hazel locked with piercing blue, both dilated with desire and love.

"My love" Stewie whispered softly as he felt his body stretch to accommodate his lover's length and girth. Although he always encouraged Jaze to unite their bodies quickly, the blond knew Jaze saw proper preparation as an essential part of their lovemaking. Stewie knew his fiancé wouldn't risk hurting him for the sake of a few more minutes' restraint.

Jaze listened to Stewie's soft panting breaths as he adjusted to being so fully filled. He kissed and nipped at the pale skin of Stewie's collarbone, then sucked hard at the junction of neck and shoulder; hard enough to leave a mark of his passion and possession. Stewie cried out in response, pushing his hips upwards to meet Jaze's downward thrust. At the sign of full acceptance from the smaller man, Jaze's thrusts became harder, deeper and faster. He slicked up Stewie's resurgent erection and allowed the friction between their bodies to massage the aroused flesh. The men quickly became lost in their own well choreographed dance of love and desire. Jaze began to hit Stewie's sweet spot continuously and relished the cries of increasing passion from the blond, who now thrashed in so wanton a manner beneath the older man.

Jaze pinched a nipple as he simultaneously bit at Stewie's exposed throat. The dual stimulation finally proved too much for the aroused blond. With a wail of Jaze's name, Stewie came for a second time. The orgasm was intense and powerful and Jaze grunted as he sped his thrusting and his flesh was brutally squeezed by Stewie's internal contractions. Before Stewie's climax ended, the sight, scent and rhythmic milking of his own organ pushed Jaze over the edge and he roared his release as pulse after pulse of his seed filled the still clenching channel.

Jaze continued to thrust gently even as he felt his sex begin to shrink. Due to its size, even when softening, the older man could continue to pleasure the slender blond. He smiled at Stewie's whimpers of pleasure as the slightly smaller organ caressed his sensitive channel. As he slowed down his thrusts, Jaze settled more of his weight on his mate until Jaze was fully blanketing the slighter form. Stewie loved the post-coital heaviness of his lover pressing him into the mattress and he began to leisurely kiss whatever flesh he could reach in his restricted position. Jaze gently possessed Stewie's mouth, allowing his tongue to dominate and capture Stewie's sucking it into his mouth. Jaze's moan of loss was echoed by Stewie's as finally he shrank enough to slip from Stewie's body. Jaze rolled them over so that Stewie now draped languorously over Jaze's satiated form.

"Love you, angel," Jaze whispered in Stewie's ear

"I love you, Jaze," Stewie replied. 

Stewie nuzzled into Jaze's neck and shoulder, licking the sweat-sheened flesh and sighing in contentment. Jaze held him tightly, Jaze's scent, a heady mix of sweat, musk and sex, surrounded him and his lover's taste was on his tongue. The blond was supremely happy; he was safe, secure and very sated. He tightened his own arm around Jaze and nuzzled deeper.

Jaze smiled as he felt Stewie's weight settle a little more heavily and the soft panting breathing evened out as Stewie slipped into sleep.

"Sleep safe, my sweetheart," Jaze breathed, kissing the blond head tucked under his chin. The older man content to simply lie, savouring the warmth and weight of his satiated mate.



Cobalt Blue Ch. 13



Chapter 13: Sex, Lovers and Videotapes

Pelaam, September 2007.

Stewie's birthday had already passed a few days earlier and he'd been more than pleased with the multitude of gifts from his fiancé. He'd received jewellery, clothing, books, as well as vouchers to spend as he wished. However, Jaze had promised a final gift, in a voice that dripped with dark passion, a gift that had to wait until they had a couple of days off work.

Today was that day.

Stewie had been left, naked and kneeling, in their den. He looked up as the door opened and his lover came in. Immediately Stewie's eyes darkened with desire and he licked suddenly dry lips. Jaze stood wearing black leather biker pants and skin-tight leather gloves. Nothing else. Stewie felt his body react. He was already semi-hard from the anticipation, now his sex surged to fullness and he could feel pre-come beginning to drip. He whimpered softly as Jaze held out the black leather collar and angled his neck for leashing. As Jaze fastened the buckle, Stewie leant against a powerful thigh, inhaling the scent of the leather and of his mate. He gave a purr of pleasure as Jaze's hand caressed his blond hair.

"You will obey me without question. Is that understood?" Jaze asked, his voice a low, sensual rasp.

"Yes, sir," Stewie breathed. He trusted Jaze implicitly. He was certain he would enjoy anything his lover had planned. He dropped his head submissively awaiting his Master's next command.

"Follow me."

Stewie rose gracefully to his feet, but Jaze was already ahead and striding towards the door. Stewie was surprised that once they got upstairs, he wasn't led to their bedroom, but to one of the guest rooms. Stewie realised that his mate must have been up here when occupied earlier and forbidding Stewie to seek him out. Then, fifteen minutes ago, Stewie had been ordered to strip, kneel and wait. He bit back a moan as his erect flesh throbbed. Whatever Jaze had in mind had only just begun and Stewie was already ready to beg his lover to touch him. As Stewie fully entered the room, he blinked at what his lover had done.

A large, well-padded armchair with rolled arms was in the centre of the room. Facing it was a full-length mirror. The room was lit by photography lamps and a camera was set on a tripod. Stewie felt the shiver of arousal from his head to his toes. Jaze intended to film them. Stewie turned wide, turquoise eyes at his mate, but Jaze was moving to sit in the chair.

"Come here," he commanded. "Sit astride my thighs and face the mirror."

Stewie obeyed quickly. Sitting as directed he could see himself clearly but Jaze was almost invisible.

"You will keep focused on the mirror," Jaze husked, nibbling at Stewie's ear, his voice dark, sinful and possessive. "I want your eyes open, I want you to see as well as feel what I do to you. I want you to see what I see when I give you pleasure."

"Yes, sir," Stewie croaked. The pale skin of his legs contrasted with the black leather. He stared at the mirror and could see his shaft, rosy-hued and erect, eager for any touch his lover would deign to bestow. He wanted to writhe and wriggle, but forced himself to remain still and watching.

"Eager, little one?" Jaze purred softly.

"Yes, sir," Stewie replied truthfully, softly, submissively.

"Good," Jaze growled, huskily, dominantly.

Stewie watched enthralled as gloved hands began to roam over the smooth skin of his honey-tinted chest. A single finger from each hand began to circle his areolae, one clockwise, the other counter-clockwise. Stewie felt the skin pebble and his nipples harden. Too soon and not soon enough, the fingers began to play with the cinnamon nubs; tugging, squeezing and flicking over ever-increasingly sensitised flesh. Stewie was barely aware of his rocking on Jaze's thighs; the sight and sensation of the fingers on his aching nipples making him forget anything else. He heard a moan of desperation and dazedly realised was his own.

"You like it when I play with your body little one?" Jaze asked, his voice laced with lust and amusement.

"Yes, sir," Stewie moaned.

"I want to hear how much you like it, how much you like me owning you, possessing you, like none has before nor ever will. I want to hear every moan, every cry, every scream of pleasure."

"Yes, sir," Stewie groaned and then gave a guttural cry, jerking forward as Jaze bit on his earlobe whilst tugging on both throbbing nipples.

Stewie's breathing became shallow panting as Jaze's hands drifted lower. They ignored the reddened rod, begging silently for a touch. Instead Stewie watched as they ran lightly up and down each inner thigh. One leg, then the other, was draped over each arm of the chair, opening Stewie wide to leave him displayed, vulnerable. A slight shifting had Stewie leaning back a little, ensuring his tightly furled flesh was adequately displayed. Stewie watched transfixed as a hand encircled his erection, leaving only the wine-coloured engorged head above the black, whilst the other hand began to circle his opening. Stewie gasped, unable to stop himself from writhing incrementally as he watched the slickened leather-clad finger begin its journey into his body. We watched it glide in...out ...in. Jaze's breath was hot and harsh in his ear and he knew it was affecting his lover as much as him.

"P...please, sir," Stewie begged, glad Jaze hadn't forbidden talking.

"What is it, little one?"

"More, please?"

"So needy, little one, so eager."

"Yes, sir, but only for you. Only ever you."

The low, feral growl made Stewie shudder with want and need and he gave a soft cry as a second finger pushed inside him. The sight of his mate's fingers seemed to make him feel fuller. Then the fingers curled. Stewie gave a wail of pleasure as lightening jolted his body sending tendrils of delight radiating throughout his groin. As they rubbed his jewel, a third finger pressed inside, stretching, slicking, an intimation of what Stewie could expect.

"Watch," Jaze commanded.

The hand left his shaft and after a moment, the fingers within him were removed. Stewie swallowed the cry of denial. His reward was to have his buttocks grasped and lifted. He could see Jaze's freed erection, red, hard, glistening with lube as he was positioned over the flared dome. Stewie moaned mindlessly, silently begging for what would come next. He tried to relax his body as firm flesh began its penetration. He whimpered as he watched Jaze slowly enter him, possessing him in the most primal of ways. Carefully his love began to thrust upwards and Stewie watched the long, thick flesh move in and out of his body. It took Jaze little time to find the perfect angle and then Stewie threw back his head crying his lover's name as his sweet spot was struck over and over. Mindful of his Master's instruction, Stewie resumed watching himself being taken. The vision was as electrifying as the physical sensation. Stewie could feel his orgasm building in every cell and nerve in his body as Jaze's thrusts got faster and deeper. The cataclysmic climax proved too much for the younger man. Screaming Jaze's name as his vision greyed, Stewie's shaft erupted, sending small fountains of his crème into the air. The bellow of his name heralded Jaze's completion and Stewie moaned wantonly as he felt his fiancé's hot release fill him.

"Love you, love you." 

Stewie heard the words dimly and tried to respond, but he felt as though every synapse in his body had melted in the heat of one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He flailed and caught one of Jaze's hands and squeezed. The words would follow when he regained sufficient wits about him. Stewie lay back against his mate, neither man capable of doing anything more demanding than sit and breathe. Finally, as Jaze's sated sex slipped from Stewie's body, the smaller man felt his lover nibble at his ear.

"Happy birthday, baby."

"Jaze, love, thank you. I love you," Stewie said, craning his head and getting the kiss he craved.

"Let me clean you up a little and take you to bed," Jaze said, his voice warm with the love he felt for this very special man. Jaze helped his boneless young love stand and shakily the pair headed for their own room. Settling Stewie on the bed, Jaze murmured into a small ear.

"You look so beautiful when you come," Jaze husked. "Love to see you lost in pleasure and to know I'm the only man to have that privilege. The only man to see you naked and needy, see you sated, glowing in the aftermath of our lovemaking. The only man with whom you share your life and love."

"Only you, Jaze," Stewie whispered. "Yours."

"Mine," Jaze growled, mating their mouths in a kiss of possession and passion. His next kiss was gentle and tender, expressing all the love he felt and needed to convey. The soft moan let him know he was understood and for long moments, soft kisses and declarations of love were the only sounds in the room.

"I did consider a professional film of us, but I didn't have anyone I'd trust enough to see something so special or who could make it more than just a piece of film," Jaze murmured.

"But if you had, you would?" Stewie whispered, lassitude washing over him. He smiled at the slight nod as he bathed a thick nipple with warm moistness. Nestling closer, he decided it was something he could consider ...later. Within seconds, both men had slipped into sleep.



Cobalt Blue Ch. 14



©Pelaam: February 2008.

Four strong-minded individuals were at a round table and arguing as strongly an hour after they had all first sat down. 

Jaze's team had been given a spate of attacks on female prostitutes to investigate. The victims were little help. They were stunned with tasers before they could get a good look at their attacker. Height, estimated age and hair colour all differed, suggesting the perpetrator was adept at disguise. In the first attacks, the prostitutes had just been beaten, next there had been sexual assault as well, but one of the last two women was still hospitalised. It was clear that if he was not stopped, his next victim could be killed.

Jaze wanted to use uniformed policewomen as decoys and have himself and Stewie, Leo and Shaz shadowing them. Shaz and Stewie wanted to be decoys and have Jaze and Leo shadow them. Jaze steepled his fingers and dropped his head against them, leaving his eyes slitted minutely open. It was not as though Stewie could not do the job. A wig, makeup and clothes and the beautiful young man sitting so obstinately opposite him made an equally beautiful woman. Jaze was proud of the way Stewie and Shaz had presented their arguments. As Cobalt Blue Leader, those arguments had been sound and reasonable. All the big man had to do was reconcile his acceptance as Team Leader with his fear of his fiancé being hurt.

It was not that Jaze was afraid to order Stewie into a potentially dangerous situation, but rather that the older man wanted to be with his lover if he did. However, there was no way Jaze could be visible out on the street if they wanted to attract their man. He gave a mental sigh. It was true that the four of them worked like a well-oiled machine and it was also true that if Shaz or Stewie acted out of character, unable to alert their backup in any other way, Leo and Jaze would pick up on it. Jaze knew the decision had been made.

"Ok," he said slowly. "We'll try just having you two as the decoys and Leo and me as your backup. If we don't score after a few days we bring in some uniforms and double our options."

"Thanks, Jaze," Shaz replied. "We've studied the outfits of the girls targeted. Our man seems to have a dislike of anything with an animal motive, even if it's just a vaguely similar pattern. Stewie picked up on that one after we'd eliminated anything else other than the general proximity as something they had in common."

"One girl had a black and white skirt which, when I looked at it in conjunction with what I'd noticed, I realised could be seen as zebra-print. One girl had a leopard-skin pattern on her scarf and a similar pattern on her shoes. One had a bag with black spots on a white background, I thought maybe... Dalmatian? One girl liked to wear a feather boa and one girl had her hair in back and gold stripes."

"Tiger-print," Shaz said. "Once we'd seen a couple, it became easier to know what to look for. So we're thinking we need something subtle. Anything too obvious and our man will be too intelligent to fall for it."

"You've done your homework well on this one, guys," Leo said, giving Shaz then Stewie a big smile.

"Indeed," Jaze nodded. "It's getting late. I suggest we meet early tomorrow and sort out where we are going to start our operation and just what you guys are going to play dress-up in."

The tension in the room had fully dissipated as the four stood and bade their goodbyes. Jaze knew he was not happy with letting Stewie be on the street alone, even with Shaz, even with Leo and him monitoring. However, he also knew that if they were to continue in their current roles, he could not wrap Stewie in cotton wool, or keep him tied to their bed -- however appealing the second thought might be.

As they headed to their car, Jaze shoved Stewie up hard against the wall where the bigger man knew the security cameras could not see. He devoured Stewie's mouth, thrusting his tongue aggressively past his smaller mate's teeth. He ravished Stewie's mouth thoroughly, leaving his fiancé with kiss-swollen lips, dazed turquoise eyes and an erection tenting the chinos he wore. Jaze rubbed the tented cloth, earning a gasp and thrust from his lover.

"Only when I say so," he growled into a small ear. "Car now," he commanded.

Stewie strode ahead and got inside their vehicle, fastening his seatbelt immediately. He watched as his older mate sauntered slowly over, his smile one of promises to come and primal triumph.

Jaze slid in nonchalantly and turned slightly. He grinned as Stewie's eyes opened wider. Their relationship was anything but secret, but neither conducted themselves with anything less that total professionalism whilst in work. 

For a second or two, Stewie was convinced Jaze was going to kiss him again where the cameras *might*pick them up. Instead a knowledgeable hand slid up Stewie's thigh, a tap indicating the bigger man wanted Stewie's legs parting further. Stewie's breath came in short gasps as Jaze unsnapped the button of his chinos and then ever-so-slowly lowered the zipper.

"I'm going to show you just who's in charge, love," Jaze husked. "And you are going to enjoy every second. Aren't you?"

"Yes," Stewie moaned. The low, sensual husk of his mate's voice had the smaller man ready to accept being taken in full view of anyone who might pass. Instead, Stewie felt Jaze slip his hand inside his pants, locate the slit in his briefs and ease his erection from its confines. Stewie whimpered as the cool air hit his overheated flesh. His eyes locked with Jaze's as the older man stroked and squeezed twice, encouraging pre-come to pool at the tiny slit. Stewie felt the calloused thumb slide over his flesh and then Jaze sucked the digit into his mouth.

"Sweet," he rumbled. "Face forward," he ordered. He started the engine and heard his mate's gasp as Stewie realised they would be driving home with his erection at Jaze's mercy.

Jaze drove very carefully. Only when he deemed it safe did he reach across to caress Stewie and keep the young man's arousal simmering. As they parked the car, Jaze felt his own sex surge as he watched Stewie standing at their door, his erection hidden once more, but his pants still open. He pressed close up behind the slender body and reached around to pull Stewie's hardness free of its confines and stroked, feeling the smaller man writhe against him.

"Inside," he growled, unlocking their door. "Den."

Stewie moved as swiftly as he could to their den. Once inside he stood and awaited his next command. 

"Strip."

Stewie's hands flew to obey Jaze's order until he stood naked and aroused before his still-dressed lover. He moaned softly as Jaze affixed his collar. The older man smiled at the exquisite picture his lover presented. He kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket, leaving the rest of his clothes in place.

"No words," Jaze whispered, nipping at Stewie's earlobe. "Except 'please', 'more' and 'harder'." His tongue slid inside the tiny canal eliciting a full shudder from the lithe blond. He moved behind his lover, grinding his clothed erection against naked buttocks as he began to tease Stewie's nipples. He felt the smaller body lean trustingly into his as he began to mouth at Stewie's bare shoulders. He turned the pliant body quickly and swung Stewie into his arms. 

He strode upstairs. He wanted his mate in their bedroom. He wanted to show his mate who was dominant. He wanted to show Stewie just how much he was loved. He laid the smaller man on their bed. 

"Hands," he husked. He smiled as Stewie raised them to the headboard. The older man opted to use the central padded cuffs. These would keep his lover's arms above his head and allow him to position Stewie on his back or stomach as Jaze wanted. At that moment Jaze wanted to gaze into Stewie's expressive eyes. He secured his lover's hands, and spread the smooth thighs apart, teasing the sensitive flesh. He watched as Stewie's head thrashed and legs trembled as his lover fought to keep in the position Jaze had selected.

Jaze replaced fingers with tongue, licking slowly down one limb, nipping occasionally till he reached the foot. He sucked on the big toe slowly... deliberately, relishing the guttural groan from his young lover. He lifted the foot and nibbled on the arch, holding tightly as Stewie's body instinctively tried to pull it away. He repeated the same action on the other foot and then licked and nipped up to where he had begun.

Already a thin sheen of sweat adorned Stewie's body and the beautiful face was flushed. Jaze's tongue slid up the crease of thigh and groin, ignoring the hard flesh that left a silver pool of desire on the toned abdomen of the bound man. Instead Jaze's desire was focused on the perfect nipples that seemed to beg silently to be worshipped. He licked each areola till the flesh was tight and pebbled. He licked once over a pink bud before tugging on it with his teeth and finally sucking it into his mouth as Stewie moaned.

"Please, more."

In response he tormented with fingers whichever bud was bereft of his mouth. He ground down, letting his clothed erection rub against Stewie's naked shaft, earning more whimpers and begging.

"Please, harder."

Jaze moved to just above the reddened teat he had been suckling and nipped, sucking hard. Stewie was going to be wearing Jaze's mark on him in several places before the night was over. Jaze's tongue slid sinuously to the junction of neck and shoulder. A moment later he brushed a butterfly light touch over the flesh eliciting a whimper from the smaller man. The next kiss was equally fragile, a barely there caress, the next built gently on that, as did the next until the smaller man pleaded.

"Harder, please, harder" 

With a primal growl, Jaze fastened his teeth into his lover's flesh and pinched one of Stewie's nipples. His fiancé cried out, hands pulling uselessly at their bindings to reach and hold Jaze in place. The big man eased back, licking at the mark he had made. 

He flipped Stewie's body effortlessly. He shoved a pillow under the slim hips and spread his lover's legs wide. He knew the blond would not try and move against the pillow unless given permission. He nibbled at Stewie's feet again, teasing his lover, before beginning a slow, open-mouthed ascent of warm, smooth skin. He by-passed the tempting creamy globes and the tightly furled flesh that awaited his pleasure. He lay on top of the smaller man and sucked on the bared nape of Stewie's neck.

Stewie moaned piteously, the weight and scent of his lover had him so aroused he was certain he could come at a single word. The hard evidence of Jaze's own arousal pressed against his buttocks, so close and yet nowhere near close enough. He wanted to beg to be taken, but that had been forbidden. Instead he formed a single word and put all his unspoken need and desire into it.

"Please."

Jaze grinned with primal triumph. He stood up.

"Watch me." As he began to remove his clothes, Stewie's head was angled to see each piece fall to the floor. Jaze stroked his shaft, teasing his mate yet again. Jaze moved closer to the bed. He scooped a drop of his pre-come and offered it to the blond. He rumbled approvingly as Stewie licked the finger clean, gently nipping on the digit before Jaze withdrew it from his lover's mouth. He traced the delicate features of his fiancé.

"I love you, Stewie" he husked. "So very much."

He moved swiftly to kneel between the still-spread thighs. His tongue traced delicate patterns over the tight, creamy mounds.

"More, please." 

The soft plea reached Jaze's ears and the bigger man spread Stewie open, gazing proprietarily at the tiny entrance to his mate's body.

"Mine," he growled.

His licked over the quivering pucker once...twice...then dove inside to a scream from his lover. Jaze thrust inside eagerly, holding his lover open to ravish thoroughly. He relished the incoherent, continual moans as his tongue stroked the hot, satin skin of his fiancé's tight channel. He pulled out briefly to lick at Stewie's sac. The older man could feel how high and hard the precious orbs it contained were and knew the blond was reaching the limits of his endurance. He resumed thrusting inside the silky passage, slower this time, running his hands soothingly over Stewie's back.

He withdrew to a whimper of loss and turned Stewie onto his back. He bent down and licked clean his mate's copious pre-come. He let Stewie watch as he coated his fingers with gel and slid them between the till-spread cheeks. He smiled as his lover's eyelashes fluttered when he gently pressed inside the loosened entrance. He sucked slowly on the blond's hard, red shaft, pressing his tongue against the sensitive vein as he caressed Stewie's hidden jewel.

"Please, please, please."

The desperate need in the last word sent a jolt of heat and lust through Jaze's already throbbing shaft. He coated his rock-hard erection with the cool gel and thrust inside his lover in one swift, fluid motion. He reached to unlock Stewie's restraints and, as slender arms encircled him, he began a hard, fast pace, striking Stewie's sweetness over and over. He felt the smooth legs wrap around him, small heels digging insistently into his buttocks to urge him on faster, harder and deeper.

He obeyed the silent demand, his mouth seeking his mate's, their kiss a clash of teeth as each man vied for greatest contact. Jaze's tongue possessed his lover's mouth to the same punishing tempo of his hips and he heard Stewie moan at the erotic onslaught.

"Come for me, come for me," he growled, ramming his shaft against Stewie's sweet spot, his lover's arousal receiving friction from where it lay trapped between their toned stomachs. He bit hard at Stewie's shoulder, tweaking an over sensitised nipple and Stewie erupted with a wail of need and release. Jaze groaned at the contractions around his shaft and, throwing his head back, roared Stewie's name as his hot, wet juices flooded the clenching channel. 

Jaze's orgasm blasted through him in an explosion of white light, to leave him drained and slumped over his smaller mate. A part of him wanted to move so as not to crush the slighter man and as his eyes flicked to the beautiful face, Jaze could see Stewie was out cold. Jaze gave a contented purr and forced his body sideways, rolling them so that Stewie was no longer taking Jaze's weight. Then he let his own eyes close.

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Stewie opened his eyes slowly to see Jaze's smiling face.

"Lover," he moaned softly, angling his head for the kiss he craved. He nestled closer to the bigger body and then slid on top of his mate. He kissed Jaze gently and deeply, enjoying the feel of the hard, muscled body beneath him and the large, gentle hands that skimmed over his back and then cupped his buttocks, pulling his body close.

"Don't take unnecessary chances, baby," Jaze husked, as their kiss broke. "Come home safely to me. I couldn't bear to lose you."

"I won't, love," Stewie promised, nuzzling against Jaze's neck and shoulder before leaning up to lock gazes with the bigger man. "I'll do the job; we'll catch this guy and move on. You're not going to lose me. Nothing is going to stop me walking up that aisle and marrying you. You're stuck with me and I'm not going anywhere. Ok?" Stewie asked with his trademark smile.

"Ok," Jaze sighed, enjoying the feel of the smooth, lithe form and the comforting weight. "How 'bout we order in some food and listen to music in the den?" Jaze added as Stewie licked and kissed playfully. As much as his sated sex might twitch with willingness, the older man knew that was as far as it would be going for a while.

"Sounds good to me," Stewie grinned.

****

The two street walkers sashayed towards each other before exchanging a few words and giggling. One had close-cropped red hair, a red, clingy top, tartan mini skirt, tiger-striped, over-the-knee socks, and big black boots, a small bag that matched her socks was swung at her arm. The other was a long-haired blond who wore a short, black dress, sheer, black tights and black, low-heeled court shoes. She had a small black, sequined evening bag around her wrist and a zebra-print chiffon scarf around her neck.

Already two evenings had passed since Shaz and Stewie had commenced their undercover operation. The 'new girls' had attracted a lot of attention and periodically an unmarked police car stopped and one or other entered and drove off to perpetuate the illusion they had created. Although they seemed oblivious to what was around them, both were watching and listening intently. They were wired and closely monitored by Leo and Jaze. 

"I don't know how you can keep walking in those things," Shaz groused, nodding at Stewie's heeled shoes. "And I'm freezing in this get-up."

"A relaxing footbath and a really good foot massage," Stewie grinned. "And I know what you mean about cold. Maybe you could persuade Leo to indulge you in a foot massage tonight?" 

"Have those stinking things anywhere near me? No way. Jaze, you're a hero, man," Leo's dry voice came over the wire and Stewie and Shaz giggled.

"No more bedroom secrets, Stewie," came Jaze's growl and set them off again.

The only good thing was that whilst it was cold, it was also dry. However, hour after hour of walking up and down their designated 'strip' for the last two days was wearing on both Shaz and Stewie. The other working girls within the area had been told to avoid wearing anything that may resemble animal-print and it had been hoped that would focus attention on the undercover couple.

Stewie sighed as he took in the area he had to walk yet again. It was an industrial area and they were surrounded by large, dark warehousing. Some was almost decrepit and Stewie wondered how the owners avoided building safety regulations and prosecutions. He determined to pass on the addresses to friends to follow up. On the side of the road they walked, there was a solid brick wall, which offered some shelter from the cold wind and a sense of safety. Opposite, there were a few dark alleys. These had been checked out by uniformed police and the team assured that each ended in a dead end. Shaz and Stewie had walked a short distance up each to see for themselves and were happy enough with the assessment.

Stewie shivered. He was looking forward to being in his warm home with a hot lover taking care of him in another couple of hours. He still believed he and Shaz were doing the right thing, but was considering that perhaps another couple of decoys might just be a good idea.

"Heads up." The warning had him stop and look around, even though he had been monitoring what was ahead of him. A woman was coming down the far end of the road he and Shaz walked. She passed Shaz, giving her a wide berth and staring at her. As she approached Stewie, she slowed to a stop.

"Why would you demean yourself like this?" Her voice was thick with undisguised loathing.

"Gotta live, honey," Stewie said in the husky voice he had perfected.

"You destroy lives, pass on disease. It's revolting. Your kind has no place in decent society." She stormed off, leaving Stewie to stare after her.

"I don't think I have a fan there," he whispered into his mike.

"I still love you, baby."

Stewie smiled, a feeling of warmth permeating his body to dispel a cold that had nothing to do with it being a winter's evening.

Time moved on from night to early hours of the morning. Stewie nodded as Shaz hopped into an unmarked car for a quick ride around the block. The rides gave them a chance to thaw, a hot drink and a toilet break and Stewie was looking forward to his in the next hour or so. A noise on the other side of the road had him turning, but not quickly enough. He gave an inarticulate cry as the taser hit him and he dropped quivering to the ground.





Cobalt Blue Ch. 14



"Scum," his assailant growled, kicking the fallen body. 

Stewie felt himself being dragged towards an alley, his attacker struggling to pull him along. He could hear Jaze's voice in his ear, but could not respond. As he was hauled into the alley, he managed to wriggle his hand enough to leave his small purse glinting as a sign to his mate.

****

Jaze and Leo came racing to the scene, their siren screaming. They arrived at one end as the car carrying Shaz came the other. Other cars were closing, but Jaze's only current concern was finding his lover. No one had passed beyond the road and the walled side was secure. The group ran across to the side with the darkened alleys. It took too many moments for Jaze's liking to find the small bag.

Jaze, Leo and Shaz drew their guns, indicating some of the other officers secure the area, whilst those accompanying them stayed behind the armed trio. They walked slowly into the alley, lighting the stinking darkness with powerful torches. Jaze groaned as a door swung to and fro. From the outside, the door had obviously seemed secure, fastened closed with two wooden planks. However it opened from the inside outwards, not the other way, the planks just decoration. Taking the lead, Jaze entered the darkened warehouse.

Stewie groaned softly as the effect of the taser wore off. His wrists had been tied with painful tightness and he could see his abductor in the light of a dim lamp. He could see a syringe ready to drug him and a rubber cosh at its side. He knew Jaze would be there in minutes, all he had to do was remain calm.

"My name is Stewart Donovan. I'm a Police Officer and my team will be here any minute. Stop now and give yourself up," he growled at the shadowy figure in plaid shirt and faded jeans.

"You're a man," came a shocked voice.

"Last time I checked...honey," Stewie replied, instantly recognising the female voice. As his attacker moved to stared disbelievingly at him, he could also see the condomed dildo. He gave a mental grimace at the thought a woman was capable of the attacks. 

"Why? Why care about them?"

Stewie tried to ignore the disgust and hate that dripped from the voice. He grunted painfully as his wig was pulled off, the clips holding it in place ripping out several strands of his own blond hair.

"It's my job to protect people,"

"My husband never had money for me or our child, but always had money to buy one of those women. He gave me herpes he'd picked up and still carried on seeing them. I begged him not to use them, but he said I was good for home and that he needed more than I was capable of giving him."

"Beating and assaulting the women isn't the answer." Stewie said, trying to keep his voice non-threatening.

"It's kept him from going and picking any up," the woman said smugly. "For the first time, I have the power. And I'm not giving it up now," she hissed. 

Stewie acted. With a twist and lunge, he head-butted the woman. He groaned as he saw stars, but was gratified to see her out cold. 

"Jaze? Are you still receiving me?" Stewie asked aloud.

"We're on our way," came the disembodied voice.

Stewie gave a sigh as he saw the light of the torches beneath where he was laying.

"Look up, guys," he directed.

Within minutes the blond was outside, flexing his wrists, wrapped in a large warm blanket.

"Seems our lady picked the animal-print girls because one night her husband came home with a leopard-print scarf as a souvenir," Leo said shaking his head. He was going back to the Office with Stewie and Jaze whilst Shaz remained with their prisoner.

"I think she's going to need a lot of psychiatric help," Stewie said, giving a soft groan as he stretched, an assortment of aches suddenly making themselves known.

"Let's get the reports finished and we can go home and you can have a hot shower," Jaze husked, wishing he could envelop Stewie in a hug he knew they both needed. "After that I might be persuaded to give you a foot massage," he added in a low purr.

"Bribery will get you...almost anywhere," Stewie said in his own breathy purr.

Grinning, both men headed for the car, a smiling Leo in their wake.

****

The shower was simply to clean. Jaze kissed the scrapes and bruising on his lover's back and side, knowing it could have been so much worse. The cleansing over, they dried each other before Stewie went to lie on the bed as Jaze directed. The older man ran a small bowl of water and carried it, towel and wash cloth, to the bedside. He looked down at his beautiful lover. Stewie's shaft was more than half-hard already, filling and twitching even more as he watched it with a predatory stare.

Encouraged by a soft moan from the bed, he took a moment to look at the bare feet that dangled from the edge of the bed. The soft skin was like a silent siren call. He arranged the bowl and cloth and sat on a small footstool. Smiling slightly he placed a towel over his lap and dipped the cloth into the warm water. Taking a moment to soap the cloth, he started at Stewie's ankle and lavished his undivided attention on the foot in his hand. Jaze then set the cloth aside and splashed warm water over Stewie's foot.

Stewie moaned as his lover took care of him. The feel of Jaze cleaning his feet was always such a turn on. His big, dominant, masculine lover taking such tender care of him made him tingle with arousal, love and lust. No one had ever bathed his feet before and no one ever made him feel the way Jaze did.

Jaze reached for the soap filled cloth one more time and went to work on the toes. Stewie had regular pedicures at Jaze's insistence and as a consequence, his toes were almost perfect. The big man groaned low in his throat as he worked each one, massaging each as he rinsed them free of soap. He gave into his urges and, focusing on the big toe, gave it a gentle bite and nibbled at its length, before taking it into his mouth and sucking slowly.

"Oh Jaze," Stewie moaned as he heard the water splash again. His toe had been released and his shaft was already hard and needy, dripping continually and Jaze was about to repeat the whole process again. "Don't stop. Please," Stewie panted.

"Easy, angel," Jaze crooned. "One more to go yet."

Jaze moved to the other foot, smiling as the toes wriggled anxiously in anticipation. Jaze took his time repeating the ritual. Finally both feet were clean and Jaze moved the bowl of water and dried them. Then he reached for the unscented oil, which had other more intimate uses, and began a slow massage of Stewie's foot. 

Stewie moaned again as Jaze hit a tender spot and rubbed it, eliciting a dual sensation of pain and pleasure, hurt and comfort. It was a similar sensation to the body massages Jaze gave where he would find a tight knot and dig deep into Stewie's muscle to release it. The pleasure always made the pain not just bearable, but enjoyable ... and arousing.

Jaze looked up onto the bed with passion-filled eyes to see Stewie's erection, hard, red and wet and the big man growled approvingly. Jaze began brushing his lips over the toes of Stewie's foot. He brought those toes into his mouth and heard the guttural groan from his mate. 

"So good, Jaze," Stewie moaned. "More... please." 

Jaze placed Stewie's right foot on his shaft, rocking gently to keep himself stimulated and licked a long stripe from the heel to the big toe of the foot he held. He was certain that when he had muttered about bedroom secrets, neither Shaz nor Leo imagined he and Stewie getting so absorbed in foot play.

"Jaze... so close," Stewie moaned.

"Come for me, angel," Jaze husked, reaching to stroke Stewie's arousal in time with the thumb pressing into the sole of his lover's foot. Stewie arched from the bed, coming hard. Jaze gently bit the foot he held, relishing the sound of Stewie crying out in his pleasure.

Jaze mixed Stewie's come with the oil and probed between the boneless man's cheeks. The blond was so relaxed that two fingers slid in easily. He twisted and spread them, encouraging his lover's channel to stretch and slickening it to accept him. Jaze covered his shaft with the same mix, wanting to feel Stewie tight around him. He draped leaden legs over his shoulders and surged into Stewie's molten depths. 

The big man groaned as the tight sheath rippled and squeezed, every millimetre of his length seared by moist heat. His hips began to undulate and then thrust, desperate to find release in his mate's beautiful body. He bent to suckle at Stewie's breast, grazing the taut teat with his teeth. He was too aroused to last long and, with a long, low groan, pushed as deep as possible and his seed filled his young lover.

Deciding the bowl and cloths could stay where they were, Jaze used the last of his energy to haul Stewie's almost comatose body up the bed and spooned up tightly around the slender form.

"Rest, love," Jaze urged. He nuzzled into the blond hair, dropping soft kisses on Stewie's head. "I'll look after you."

"Love you," Stewie murmured drowsily.

"And I love you, angel. Relax, baby."

Jaze smiled as his lover stopped resisting the lure of sleep and relaxed fully against his bigger mate. Jaze was content simply to hold his fiancé and guard Stewie's slumber.



Cobalt Blue Ch. 15



 15: What lies beneath.

Pelaam© June 2008.

Outwardly Jaze looked calm and collected. Inwardly he was playing out in his mind, again and again, how he could strangle the man to his right and hide the body. He was certain he could do it. He glanced at the third man in the room, who sat impassively behind his desk. The inexpressive-faced, iron-grey man, Alan Baskervale, was his Chief and the only other person able to dictate what Cobalt Blue did over and above Jaze himself. And who was currently listening to a request for Stewie to be loaned out to another Team for an undercover assignment.

"We have a female officer working on one of Cannelli's men, Chief," the nasally tones to his right brought Jaze's attention back to the man he detested unreservedly. "There is an equally good chance to get the information from this other source."

Marchant held the same rank as Jaze and had recently transferred to the Division. Over the past few months he had shown, in Jaze's opinion, his true colours. He was sexist, racist and homophobic. He was already skirting disciplinary action and Jaze was convinced that he was keen to make this case a success to help defuse the situation he was in. And Jaze had no intention of allowing his fiancé to be endangered by someone who would lay any number of bodies down to save his own worthless skin.

"Ginelli is a fa...is gay," Marchant said, hoping his near slip had gone unnoticed. "He has a liking for pretty, blond twinks. Donovan is perfect. A luxurious environment, all expenses paid. All he has to do is catch Ginelli's eye and he'll enjoy every minute of it."

"Are you suggesting that Stewie will enjoy having to get physically close to this man?" Jaze growled menacingly. "Is that all you want him for? Because he's small, blond and you think he'll enjoy intimacy with this scumbag?"

Marchant stared at Jaze through watery-blue eyes. He had heard the rumours about Kingston, but found it hard to reconcile them with the raw, powerful male that glowered at him. The Division was everything and nothing like he had expected. The cases brought the opportunity for personal glory, but the personnel were like a mine-field. They did not back down from him and a couple had even gone straight to the Chief, something he was unused to. He was used to like-minded men or those he could bully. Now he needed to crack a high profile case. He needed Stewart Donovan because he knew Ginelli would take one look at him and start to salivate.

"Chief, you know Stewie's record," Jaze said, turning away from Marchant. "He has commendations and no one can doubt his commitment to the job or his bravery. However, if all is needed is some pretty, little blond, then I would suggest that Marchant look elsewhere. There are any number of uniforms who would jump at the chance to be included in an undercover operation."

"Of course that's not the case," Marchant said, licking at dry lips. "I am perfectly aware that Donovan has an excellent record and his undercover work is exemplary. That's my main reason for wanting him. I need a man experienced in working undercover." The lie fell easily from his lips. He had no doubts regarding the blond's sexuality and therefore considered him expendable. At that moment he would say anything he thought might sway Baskervale, just so long as he got the blond.

Baskervale sat listening without giving any of his inner feelings away. He was not responsible for Marchant coming to his Division. Nor was he pleased to have the man. Marchant had used up the last of his favours to get the transfer. Now the man was on his own and would sink or swim through his own talents – or lack of them. Baskervale was pleased, however, that his people knew they did not have to tolerate bigotry of any kind...from anyone. He was also quite sure that Jaze was just waiting to make his move, that the outwardly calm facade was just that; a facade. All he had to do was let the big man bide his time and strike when ready.

"So," Jaze said slowly. "You need experienced undercover personnel for the success of this case." He looked thoughtful, as if musing on the merits of the request.

"Of course," Marchant replied. He gave a mental smile. Got him, he thought triumphantly.

"I'm happy to give Vermillion Red any assistance I can to ascertain the details of the drug shipment that Canelli has coming in," Jaze added, nodding. "As such, whilst they focus on their Team member, Leo and I will take responsibility for Stewie. After all, you did say you needed experience and where your Team would recognise a subtle call for help from one of their own, the same goes for Leo and me."

Marchant blinked. That was not what he wanted at all. He tried to think of a way to deter Kingston while still keeping Donovan.

"Are you and Leo up to date enough to take the time?" Baskervale asked, already certain of the answer, before Marchant could formulate an argument of his own.

"We just cracked our last case. Shaz is taking a couple of days off but I'm certain Leo will put his time off back to support Stewie," Jaze confirmed.

"There's really no need..." Marchant began. 

"I'll have Leo get what we need," Jaze said, cutting him off. "I'll retain command of Stewie, you can keep me updated as necessary and I will ensure you are kept informed of any progress," he added, barely glancing in Marchant's direction.

"Sounds good to me, Jaze," Baskervale nodded. 'I'm sure I can trust you to handle the situation. Keep me in the loop."

It was a dismissal and both men recognised it as such and stood to leave. Outside the office door, Marchant glowered at Jaze.

"This is still my case and I am in charge, Kingston. Don't forget it," he rumbled angrily.

"And Stewie is my man and don't you forget it," Jaze growled back. He frowned at the retreating form as Marchant stormed away. He neither liked, nor trusted the man. With Leo and himself as Stewie's back-up, however, he was happy to let the blond undertake the mission.

****

Stewie looked up from where he was draped over the daybed in the den as Jaze came home. He had wondered about the unexpected recall to the office by their Chief and could see the big male had a grim, unfathomable look on his face. He stood, letting his mate devour the sight of his naked form, his sex instantly stirring to life at the hungry look in Jaze's heated hazel orbs.

"Do you want to tell me?" Stewie asked.

In response Jaze enveloped the smaller man in a tight embrace, lifting the slighter body as he mated their mouths. He sat on the bed, letting his lover settle to sit astride his thighs. His tongue possessed Stewie's mouth, exploring every nuance. He broke the kiss only when breathing demanded it and rested their foreheads together. He smiled as Stewie's hands massaged tenderly at the back of his neck and along his shoulders.

"You're so tense, babe," Stewie panted softly.

"You're going to be working undercover with Vermillion Red," Jaze replied, purposely keeping his voice neutral to gauge his lover's genuine response. He felt the smaller man pull back and found himself gazing into anxious, azure orbs.

"Not Marchant," Stewie whispered. He knew the other man's reputation and was shocked that Jaze would even consider the request. He let himself be pulled into another tight hug.

"It's ok, angel," Jaze soothed. "Leo and I will be your back-up, not that scumbag." Jaze felt the instant relaxation of the lithe body in his arms, pleased his instincts about his mate had been correct. "You happy to work with them under those conditions?" he asked, certain of his lover's response.

"Sure. I trust you and Leo," Stewie said. "I wouldn't have trusted Marchant. When you try and look into his eyes, they seem to shift as if he's hiding something that lies beneath," Stewie added, giving a shudder.

"I have no intention of risking you, angel," Jaze soothed, stroking the skin of his mate's back. "I love you, Stewie," he added, letting his voice drop in timbre.

"I love you, too, now let me help you relax," Stewie murmured. He nibbled his way around Jaze's jaw and burrowed a hand inside the older man's shirt to tease at a hardening nipple. Now that he knew why his lover had been so tightly wound he wanted to let Jaze know he was happy with the arrangement. He unfastened the shirt enough to be able to gently stroke his mate's furred chest before moving to suck at one plump, cinnamon nub and then the other. 

He pushed the shirt off the broad shoulders letting his lips and tongue caress the bared skin eliciting a low rumble of approval from his lover. His hands moved to the bulge at Jaze's groin tracing the hard flesh trapped within the cotton and denim confines. 

Jaze let Stewie urge him to his feet, his eyes darkening with love, lust and desire as the petit blond knelt at his feet to mouth at his erection through his clothing. Gentle hands unfastened the bigger man's buttons, pulling at the denim until Jaze could step out of it. He moaned as Stewie's sinful mouth sucked at his rampant erection through the soft cotton that still encased it. 

He groaned with relief as his boxers were eased down, freeing prodigious flesh that was hard, damp and leaking tears of need. He let his hips thrust gently as Stewie alternated between licking the flared, crimson head and taking the rigid flesh into his mouth to suck slowly.

"Bed," Jaze husked, taking a step back. If he let Stewie continue, he knew he would soon reach the end of his endurance and the big man wanted to come buried in his lover's tight heat. He licked his lips as Stewie rose gracefully, his own rosy erection bobbing elegantly as he moved to lie on the bed. Jaze's smile was feral as Stewie spread his legs wide in silent invitation.

"Love you so much," he husked.

"Show me," Stewie demanded, writhing enticingly to encourage his mate to take him. He shivered, moaned, and thrashed as Jaze proceeded to love every inch of him. His lover knew all his sensitive spots, especially where touches electrified him. His hips began to instinctively thrust as his nipples were slowly teased with talented lips. By the time Jaze's kisses had reached his groin, Stewie was clutching the older man's broad shoulders, panting and keening. 

Jaze looked up, savouring the sight before him. Stewie's eyes were closed, his head rolling from side to side. His face was flushed and his lips reddened and kiss-swollen as were the small nipples that were diamond hard from his ministrations. A fine sheen of perspiration covered the smooth-skinned body, and Jaze could feel the tremors already beginning deep inside Stewie. My mate, he thought with a mix of satisfaction and desire. All mine, and only ever mine. With a low growl, he lowered his head and engulfed Stewie's straining penis in his mouth. 

As warm wetness surrounded him, Stewie released a scream of pure, uninhibited pleasure. He grabbed handfuls of the sheets under him and moaned, trying desperately for some control, wanting to hold out longer to prolong their enjoyment. It proved almost impossible as Jaze began an amatory assault designed to defeat all the small blond's best efforts. 

Jaze's tongue played with the tiny slit at the top of his mate's hardness, teasing, delving, before sliding down to the base. His lips increased pressure, sucking deeply. Stewie's hips were rising and falling with gathering speed. Jaze caught the slender pelvis holding the blond still, wanting...needing the control. He smiled mentally as he heard Stewie whimper faintly as the sweet torture continued. 

The older man moved smoothly up and down satin-encased steel, sucking and licking, listening delightedly to Stewie's mewls of pleasure. One of Jaze's hands shifted a little, moving down, so his fingers could tease at Stewie's sac, feeling how high and hard the precious orbs it held now were.

Stewie groaned at the new stimulation. Unable to move his hips, he drew his knees up, shaking with the effort to control himself, offering himself to the man he loved. 

"J...Jaze," he gasped. 

The other man heard the faint sound, and smiled to himself. He knew Stewie was close. Jaze then deep throated his lover and relinquished his hold on Stewie's hips. 

Stewie instinctively began to thrust...once... twice, and then his orgasm detonated. He wailed Jaze's name shaking and convulsing with the intensity of his climax. His orgasm was drawn out masterfully as Jaze sucked him deeply and firmly, insistently taking all he had to offer. His lover's hands continued to play with his sac and inner thighs, coaxing more tremors, as well as every drop of his release, from him. Finally Stewie slumped back, his climax abated. 

Jaze relished the taste of his lover as he finally released Stewie's limp sex from his mouth. A few licks at the depleted sac and he looked up, his heart thundering at the sight. If he had thought Stewie beautiful before, it was nothing compared to how his mate looked when sated. He moved up and stretched out beside him, cuddling Stewie close to him, letting him gather his breath.

"I love you," he said, pressing a kiss to Stewie's parted lips. He pushed his tongue inside the blond's mouth to ravish Stewie's own slick muscle as his lover lay languorously in a satiated afterglow. As much as the hard flesh between his own thighs ached, Jaze had no intention of rushing their coupling. He wanted Stewie coming again when he found his own release inside his lover's sweet heat. He moved down Stewie's body, pressing open-mouthed kisses at random.

"Love you," Stewie whispered, reaching to pet desultorily at Jaze's head and shoulders.

Jaze slithered sensuously up Stewie's body, flowing over him effortlessly to locate their lube. He quickly coated his fingers in the viscous fluid, eager to be inside his mate. He moved to the side as one hand slipped between Stewie's legs, trailing wet fingers over hot flesh, down to the hairless sac before finding the hidden entrance to Stewie's core. He stroked around the tight flesh teasingly until it flexed its invitation and he slid his finger inside. 

As he stroked Stewie from within, Jaze worshipped his lover with his mouth once more. Kisses and teasing bites were placed along his torso, making Stewie writhe in response. The soft moaning increased in volume as Jaze moved lower, nuzzling at the carefully shaven groin. Then Jaze took Stewie's semi-hard sex into his mouth and Stewie mewled his approval, his body bucking upwards. 

Jaze moved quickly, setting a fast rhythm that had Stewie moaning his name helplessly and his hands alternating between bunching the sheets and grasping Jaze's head. Jaze felt himself harden impossibly further, knowing that he was the one to make the younger man come undone in such a sensuous, unrestrained manner. He found his lover's hidden jewel and stroked the sweet spot. He rumbled approvingly as Stewie wailed helplessly, thrashing and arching his hips upwards, trying to take Jaze deeper into his body. 

The bigger male removed the single digit, humming around the hardening flesh in his mouth. He coated his fingers with more lube and this time, as he penetrated Stewie's body, he used two fingers, scissoring to stretch the tight sheath. A third finger was accepted readily and Jaze felt Stewie riding the slick digits. Slowly he pulled his fingers free, allowing Stewie's shaft to fall from his mouth.

"Jaze," Stewie whimpered desperation evident in the single word.

"Don't worry, angel. I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to be so deep into you that you'll feel me in your heart." Jaze pushed Stewie's thighs further apart before settling himself between them. He quickly lubed himself up, guiding his hard flesh to the glistening, pulsating portal. Jaze pushed forward, feeling tight muscles squeezing his flesh. 

Stewie panted as his body accepted the welcome and much desired intrusion. He moaned as he bore down and gave a small mewl as the head of Jaze's thick, hard flesh pushed past his guardian ring, sliding forward until it was buried halfway. He moaned again as with a second flex of powerful haunches, Jaze buried himself completely in Stewie's body. The younger man's legs came up to wrap around his mate's waist.

"I love to feel you inside me," he said smiling at his bigger mate, his happiness and joy evident.

"Good, because I love being here," Jaze said. He pulled himself back before thrusting forward again, the head of his rod brushing against Stewie's prostate with ease. 

"Oh, Jaze," he moaned his mate's name low and wantonly. His lover's thrusts were long and slow and left Stewie quivering in their wake. He lifted his hips with each thrust to meet Jaze and deepen the penetration of his body. "More, Jaze, please, more," he begged.

Jaze could deny Stewie nothing and his thrusts became short, stabbing motions that sought to send both men wild. He relished the feel of the hot, tight sheath that enveloped him and the only sounds became the wet slide of flesh in flesh and sighs and moans of increasing passion. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. 

He reached for his mate's dripping shaft, spreading the copious, pearly pre-come to aid his touch. He stroked the slender length, twisting his wrist to heighten the sensations and, with a wail of completion, Stewie's orgasm jetted free. The clenching of Stewie's inner muscles tipped Jaze beyond his restraints of self-control and, with a final few feral thrusts, he came inside his lover.

Stewie moaned appreciatively as wet heat filled his still rippling channel. He began to recede from his climactic high and pulled Jaze into a deep kiss.

"I love you," he reaffirmed. "And I know I'll be in good hands with you and Leo."

Jaze rolled their bodies, not leaving the sanctuary of his fiancé's body, and smiled up at the precious man in his arms.

"I'll take good care of you, baby," he promised, sealing his vow with a kiss.

****

From his vantage point on his balcony, Jaze had a clear view of the pool area. The pool was surrounded by recliners, less than half of which were occupied. Most of those taken were in pairs, occupied by couples who chatted, read or drank companionably and all of whom were male. The hotel was gay, exclusive and all-inclusive. Attractive waiters attended the guests to refill drinks or bring beautifully prepared nibbles and snacks. At the far end of the pool was a bar where three stools were occupied. Jaze glowered at the occupants, his attention riveted on one in particular.

The man he stared at had dark, olive skin and raven-black hair, gelled back. Periodically he turned to survey the poolside, giving Jaze a view of his powerful, furred chest. He wore only a pair of white shorts that emphasised his tan. He laughed loudly, ensuring he was the focus of attention and attracting some admiring glances, but had clearly seen no one that caught his fancy from those unattached around the pool.

He wore a Rolex on his left wrist, a large, gold bracelet on his right and a large, gold medallion hanging on a thick gold chain, nestled in his chest fur. He looked refined, rich and respectable rather than the henchman of a drug baron he actually was. Jaze frowned at him. Then his target's demeanour changed and Jaze turned to see what had caught his interest.

The newcomer had large D&G sun shades, spiky blond hair, baggy Bermuda shorts and carried a towel and small bag with lotion and book. He stopped to look around, apparently unaware of the eyes that followed his movements. He was younger than any of the other unattached males and chose a spot close to the pool that had him facing away from the bar.

He laid his towel on the recliner and, still keeping his back to the bar, pushed the shorts down to his ankles before stepping out of them. His skin was a light golden colour and all that marred the view of his toned body were a pair of white, Lycra swimming briefs that hugged every contour of tight butt cheeks and the curl of lax endowments. 




Cobalt Blue Ch. 15



Jaze did not have to use his binoculars to know how fitted the briefs were. He had been up close and personal when Stewie had selected them, He had been even closer when shaving his fiancé to ensure the tiny microphone fitted like a second skin along the crease of Stewie's thigh and groin as to be invisible and yet pick up anything said. Jaze knew Leo was monitoring sound directly into his headphones as he recorded. Both men intended to ensure Marchant got only the tapes with anything worthwhile. Any other tapes where Stewie was forced to flirt with their target would be carefully censored versions.

Jaze felt himself harden when his gaze fell on Stewie's groin. The fabric almost revealed everything, purposely chosen to be eye-catching. He growled as he watched Stewie standing on the diving board, his tight buttocks, encased within the thin fabric, perfectly emphasized. Stewie had attracted a lot of attention, including that of Ginelli. He repositioned himself to watch their target as he saw the splash of water as Stewie dived in.

Stewie cut through the water effortlessly, relishing the feel of the cool liquid. Reaching the far end of the pool, he dove beneath the surface to re- emerge and continue on the return lap. Returning to the side of the pool nearest his sun lounger, he reached out onto the tiles and pulled himself out of the water onto the edge. He stood for a moment, facing towards the bar, but deliberately looking away, ignoring the lecherous and avaricious stares at his body as the water glinted like diamonds on his skin.

He made his way to his lounger and sat down, ruffling his blond hair with his towel before lying down to allow his body to dry and catch some sun before it got too hot to stay outside. He closed his eyes and let the cool breeze dry the moisture from his chest. He smiled to himself as he remembered that there was barely an inch of him uncovered with waterproof sun lotion, thanks to a protective mate. He just hoped his exhibitionism had caught Ginelli's attention. The sound of a cough to his left had him open his eyes.

Ginelli stared down at the lithe, blond beauty. This was an unexpected bonus. He gave one of his well-rehearsed, slow, sensual smiles.

Hi," he husked. "I'm Tony and you're gorgeous."

"Hi," Stewie said, giving his own smile while groaning inwardly at the approach. Clearly, Tony was not one for subtlety. 

"Surely a gorgeous, little thing like you isn't here alone?" Tony continued, drawing up another recliner to sit on as he theatrically looked around.

"Yes I am," Stewie said, allowing his face to drop slightly. "I was supposed to come with my boyfriend, but we had an argument and split up. He got his holiday refunded, but I decided to come anyway. I thought it would help me get over him, prove to myself I didn't need him." The blond turned huge, blue, sorrowful eyes at the darker man and hoped he bit at the bait. He was comfortable with undercover work, but there were limits to how far he was willing to go for a mission. And sleeping with the enemy was beyond those limits...way beyond.

"I'm sure I can help you with that...?" Ginelli let his voice tail off, inclining his head.

"Donny," Stewie supplied. "Donny Stewart." As he spoke, Ginelli signalled a hovering waiter. Stewie watched as the dark male whispered his request and the waiter hurried away.

"You want a hand with some lotion?" Ginelli purred. "I can do your back while we wait."

"Um...ok, Tony," Stewie said, letting his voice become a little breathy. "But I'm not looking to rush into someone else's bed."

"Sure thing, baby," Ginelli replied. 

Jaze could not stand and watch another man's hands on his lover's body. He strode inside the room, glancing meaningfully at Leo. He perched on the bed as sound filled the room.

"Your skin's so soft, baby," Ginelli husked, his eyes devouring the sight of the blond's tight ass. There was no way he was going to let this juicy little morsel get away without having him. He rubbed slowly over the warm, damp skin of the reclining man's back and slid his fingers lower, teasing under the waistband of the wet briefs.

"That's far enough, thanks," Stewie said, turning quickly. He had felt his skin crawl at the touch of the other man and the wandering fingers were more than he could bear. However, a smile was plastered in place as he faced Ginelli.

"You're just so beautiful, baby," Ginelli said unrepentant. His smile was wolfish as the waiter brought back his order. "Such a beauty deserves the best and I can make sure you get it, Donny." Ginelli dropped his voice seductively. He was used to getting what he wanted...one way or another. He had no doubts he would have Donny in his bed before the blond's holiday was over. 

Stewie forced a gasp of appreciation as he saw the label on the champagne brought over in the elaborate ice bucket. House champagne was included, but this was Bollinger. It seemed that Ginelli was seeking to impress him. He smiled as a drink was poured and passed to him by the waiter.

"You shouldn't have, Tony," he simpered.

"The best for the best, baby," Tony grinned. He angled his glass in a toast. "To getting to know you much better, Donny," he rasped. He downed half his glass in one swallow, moving to sit closer to the blond. As Donny finally reached halfway down his glass, Tony was refilling it, leaving his own untouched. "Beautiful," he husked as Donny set his glass down. 

Tony was disappointed to see that Donny had consumed less that a glassful in total, but decided to up his game. He sat next to the younger man and nuzzled at him. Forcing himself to move slowly, he kissed around Donny's chin before moving to capture the enticing pink lips. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into the other man's mouth and tasting the champagne they had consumed. He broke away as he felt the lithe body begin to stiffen. He knew better than to come on too hard too fast. He was willing to tease this out for a day or so.

"I meant what I said, Tony," Stewie insisted. "I'm not looking to just jump into another man's bed. I made a mistake and I don't want to repeat it. I'm not after a quick tumble."

"It's ok, baby. I'll take good care of you." Ginelli leaned forward and dropped a quick kiss to the pouty lips, visions of them wrapped around his hard-on running through his mind. "Meet me for dinner? We can have an aperitif at the bar at eight. I promise to be good," he added in a rasping purr. He grinned at the shiver it elicited from the slim body.

"Ok, Tony. But just dinner and a drink," Stewie said adamantly, hoping his shudder of revulsion had been unnoticed or misinterpreted.

"See you later, baby." Ginelli waved.

Stewie lay on the bed for several minutes. He nodded his thanks as the waiter topped up his glass, but made no attempt to take another drink. His mouth tasted sour from having Ginelli's tongue in there and the drink would not help.

****

Jaze and Leo looked up as Stewie strode purposefully into their room, heading directly to the bathroom without a word to either man. Jaze hesitated, but at the nod of Leo's head, followed quickly shutting the door.

"I feel so dirty," Stewie said, fiddling with the shower controls with shaking hands until steam was filling the room.

"Hush, angel," Jaze soothed. "Let me take care of it." He pulled the swim briefs off, throwing them aside. He would pick another pair and take great delight in burning the ones Ginelli had touched. He removed the microphone, knowing Leo had stopped recording from the moment his fiancé had reached their room. He stripped slowly. "Watch me, sweetheart," he said, shimmying out of his pants. "All yours, baby, just as you're all mine," he crooned. 

He turned the water down as he spoke. He understood his mate's need for the water to be hot, but had no intention of allowing the younger man to scald his skin. He pulled Stewie into a kiss, but the blond resisted.

"Let me clean my teeth," he said.

"No, kiss me now," Jaze growled. His tongue surged past Stewie's lips, leaving not a millimetre untouched.

Stewie reveled in the arousal that coursed through his body as his head was angled and Jaze's tongue continued to possess his mouth. His fiancé did not let up even when a whimper rose unbidden from the back of Stewie's throat. The blond shifted as his aching shaft was ground again and again against Jaze's thigh. His lover's lips and tongue worked their magic until Stewie felt his knees shake. 

Only Jaze could do this to him, take him to the edge of unconsciousness, where a rainbow of light shimmered behind his closed eyes, with just a kiss. He felt himself grow dizzy and sagged in Jaze's strong grasp, trusting his mate to support him. He felt Jaze's mouth pull away from his and whimpered his distress. 

"No, you don't, angel. No fainting. I have so much more to do to you yet," Jaze rasped between ragged breaths.

Stewie was breathing harshly, taking in great gulps of air as his fingers scrabbled against the solidity of Jaze's heaving chest.

"Take me," he demanded. "Make me yours."

"Mine," Jaze rumbled in a dark, possessive tone. He ushered Stewie into the shower. He let the hot water cascade over his lover's lithe body before soaping his hands and beginning a thorough cleansing. He left nowhere on the smaller man's body untouched by soap before letting the water sluice it away. Once certain his lover was feeling clean, he began more intimate caresses. His hands plucked insistently at the small pink nubs until they were hard and needy before turning Stewie to face away from him.

"Hurry, Jaze, need you," Stewie moaned. He braced himself against the tiles, spread his legs and canted his hips to offer himself to his dominant mate. The growl of appreciation sent jolts to his needy shaft that was already hard and erect.

Jaze used their shower gel to liberally coat his fingers. He ran the slippery digits over the smooth skin of his mate's nether cheeks, ghosting over Stewie's sac. He smiled at the whimper of need as his fiancé pushed his hips further back, encouraging the bigger man to take him. He ran his fingers lightly...teasingly over Stewie's swollen flesh, causing the smaller man to rock restlessly back and forth. 

Jaze nibbled across his lover's shoulders as he spread Stewie open and began teasing the tight rosette with slippery fingers, rubbing over the furled opening. He answered the soft growl from his mate by sliding a single digit into molten heat. Urged on by Stewie's need to couple, Jaze prepared the smaller man as quickly as possible.

"Want to feel it, Jaze," Stewie husked. "Want to still feel it when I have to pretend I enjoy that low-life's company and know who it is that I really belong to and...who loves me," he added in a smaller voice.

"I do love you, baby," Jaze promised. "This changes nothing; it's just an act you're putting on," he added, sensing what was worrying his younger lover. That in some way he might actually think Stewie was enjoying being with Ginelli. "I know the real Stewie Donovan and he'd run a mile from this scum if given the option." 

"Make love with me, Jaze," Stewie pleaded, pushing back on his mate's erection wanting...needing the physical affirmation.

Realizing the underlying reason helped Jaze be more understanding. However, no matter how hard Stewie wanted it, Jaze would not hurt his fiancé. He spread Stewie wide and thrust with perfectly controlled power to impale the smaller man in one fluid motion. The moan from his mate was low and wanton and Jaze could hear that Stewie was delicately balanced on the knife's edge of pleasure and pain.

Jaze had no intention of pain becoming dominant; he wanted this pleasurable following what his mate had already endured. The big detective bent down and wrapped his arms around Stewie. His shaft was buried deep within his lover, their bodies pressed close together. Stewie started to tremble and Jaze's hands began to gently stroke his flanks. 

"Easy, angel. Just wait a minute," he admonished.

"Jaze, I need this." Stewie tried to push back against his mate but the bigger man's embrace made moving impossible.

"I'll give you what you need, baby, just hang on." 

A lone rivulet of sweat trailed down Stewie's neck and Jaze's tongue avariciously pursued it. One hand dipped to fondle Stewie's sac, heavy with unspent need. As he felt the tight sheath surrounding him relax at the loving caresses, he finally began to move. Starting with a gentle motion, Jaze lazily thrust his hips in a circular action, speeding up as he felt Stewie's body accept him more deeply. He added a sharp jab at the completion of each circle, growling approvingly as Stewie cried out at the sensation, unerringly hitting his fiancé's jewel.

Finally, he felt that his young lover was relaxed as much as possible and that it was time to give Stewie the thorough loving that the blond craved. Stopping his thrusts with his penis still buried deep in his mate, Jaze ignored Stewie's frustrated whimpers and grabbed the other man's flailing hands. He positioned them on the tiles, covering them with his own, and ground out a warning. 

"Hang on, angel." Jaze barely gave his lover time to settle before he started thrusting again. His hands dropped to hold Stewie's hips and he drove his pelvis upwards. The strength and speed nearly jolted his mate off his feet, causing the smaller man to strain up onto his tiptoes.

"Oh... yeah...good," Stewie grunted, the words matching the rhythmic sound of Jaze's sac slapping against his flesh.

The detective slid his hands from the slender hips around to the front of the smaller man's body, His fingers ghosting underneath the unattended erection, teasing the inner part of each thigh before encircling the smaller body, pulling Stewie flush against his powerful chest. As Jaze's powerful thrusts began again, all his lover could do was reach back and hold onto Jaze's shoulders and ride the waves of pleasure that his lover was giving him.

"Feel me now, baby?" Jaze rumbled.

"Oh.... yeah," Stewie muttered, barely able articulate a response.

"Good," Jaze husked. "So hot, baby. So tight. Good, so good."

Hearing his lover's moans of pleasure sent Stewie over the edge, a fountain of come erupting from his untouched shaft. 

The clenching of his mate's sheath swiftly brought Jaze to completion, the big man crying out his lover's name as his seed pumped deep within the smaller man's body. Content, he nuzzled behind Stewie's ear. 

"You ok?"

"Ok doesn't come near," Stewie murmured, satiation evident in every syllable. "The water's getting cold, though."

Jaze moved quickly to switch off the now tepid water and wrap his lover in a large towel.

"Back in a second," he rasped, kissing his mate tenderly as he wrapped a towel around his own waist. He hurried into the bedroom, Leo appearing too preoccupied with the tapes to take any notice, and rushed back with his cache of clothing.

Leo finally looked up as the couple emerged from the bathroom. He smiled affectionately at the petit blond, almost swamped in Jaze's sweat pants and t-shirt, the big brunette just wearing shorts. He moved over to the younger detective.

"You're doing real good, kid," he said, ruffling the damp blond hair. "But you remember that Ginelli's nothing more than an animal used to getting his own way. Take no chances. You've nothing to prove. If you're uncomfortable at any time just get away from him. Ok?"

"Sure, Leo," Stewie smiled. The last vestiges of worry evaporated. He allowed himself to finally relax.

"I ordered some food from Room Service," Leo continued, sauntering towards the door and leaning against the frame. "Once we've eaten, I'm going to stretch my legs for a couple of hours. After all, this card is linked to Marchant's budget, not ours," he added, flexing a credit card. "I'm sure I can justify a new shirt or two and a couple of glasses of Glemorangie rather than house Scotch."

"You're an evil man, Leo," Jaze laughed, pleased to hear Stewie joining in.

At the knock on the door, Leo opened it and took charge of the trolley without allowing the waiter inside the room, ensuring Stewie was unseen. He was pleased to see the youngest of their team now settled, chatting animatedly to Jaze as he wheeled the trolley over. He would be happy when this case was over. He was as angry as Jaze over the real reason Marchant had wanted Stewie. Not wanting to darken the mood once more, Leo put the thoughts from his mind and began attacking the food he had ordered.

****

Whilst Stewie played his part as the young ingénue to Ginelli's Machiavellian character, Jaze paced the floor in the room he shared with Leo. He could not watch Stewie's performance, nor was he able to listen to the older man's less-than-subtle seduction, the sounds of his fiancé kissing another man or Stewie fending off too-intimate touches. When Leo confirmed Stewie was on his way back to them, Jaze hurried into the bathroom to have the shower ready as his lover returned, eager to wash all traces of the other man from his mate's body.

Nothing was said by Leo as Stewie was settled in Jaze's bed, the bigger man curling possessively around the smaller body. Jaze held tightly to his fiancé, the intimacy relaxing him. He would be checking in with Marchant the next morning to exchange any information gleaned. So far Ginelli had described himself as a successful, independent importer. He was also flashing money as if it was going out of fashion. 

He had paid for a specially prepared meal of oysters and lobster for Stewie, washed down with more Bollinger. Jaze could not shake off the cold feeling in the pit of his stomach that Ginelli would expect a return on his investment very soon. He pressed his lips against his lover's bare shoulder, praying that there had been some breakthrough elsewhere regarding the drug shipment.

****

Stewie lounged at the poolside, enduring Ginelli rubbing more lotion on his skin and the patting or stroking of his buttocks or groin that inevitably accompanied the act. He had been disappointed to learn that there was no news about the drugs and that he had to continue undercover. 

"Tony!" The exclamation came as a result of a blatant squeeze of his disinterested endowments. He got a less-than-contrite smile from the dark man sitting next to him.

"Can't resist you, baby," Ginelli leered, his eyes raking over the supine form, his mind imagining the blond's legs spread wide as he ploughed into him. He let his nails score the inside of the smooth thighs, smiling more broadly at the shiver. "See, baby, your body knows what it wants."

"Mr Ginelli, excuse me."

Stewie heaved a mental sigh of relief as one of Ginelli's men tapped the dark man on the shoulder and they moved away from him to talk quietly between themselves. Although he was not close enough to hear the exchange, the microphone he wore might be. He sent a fervent prayer that the facade would soon be over. He forced a welcoming smile as Ginelli came to kneel at the side of his lounger.

"I have to go and do some business, baby," Ginelli said, anger evident in his voice. He rubbed a thumb over the blond's nipple, smiling as it hardened. He covered the enticing lips with his own, pinching the innocent nub as he did. The pained gasp allowed him to ravish the unresisting man's warm, wet cavern as his fingers continued to tug and twist the tightened flesh. "I'll be gone most of the afternoon," Ginelli husked as he broke the kiss. "Have dinner with me again. We'll meet at seven this time. I'll have a nice private booth set up for us."

"Ok," Stewie smiled, hoping it did not look as false and brittle as it felt. He watched Ginelli walk away before allowing himself to covertly rub at the abused nipple. He hoped that Jaze was not watching. He already sported one bruise from Tony's rough attentions which had infuriated his big lover, he did not need another. 




Cobalt Blue Ch. 15



He stood and dove into the pool, using it to wash away some of the unclean feeling he had after spending time with Ginelli. As he pulled himself clear of the water, he tried to put from his mind the thought of spending another evening trying to keep Ginelli at arm's length.

****

Leo listened assiduously to what was exchanged between Stewie and Ginelli, focused on what the blond said as well as the tones he used. He had no intention of missing anything, no matter how small, that the younger man might use to alert him of trouble.

"Clumsy bastard," he growled. "He's just knocked some of his precious Bollinger in Stewie's lap. The kid wants to use it as an excuse to call it a night. Ginelli's just sent him to dry it off and then finish the rest of the bottle first."

Jaze looked over gratefully at the older man. He was pleased he could entrust Stewie's safety to Leo. He only took over monitoring when Leo needed a break, not comfortable with listening to his precious young love deal with Ginelli. There had been no contact from Marchant since that morning and so they had no option but to continue with the operation even though it was obvious that Ginelli was getting impatient with Stewie's reticence to be bedded. 

He paced over to the balcony, taking some deep, calming breaths. He looked out at the elegantly lit, empty pool and began planning a nice holiday that he could surprise Stewie with once this case was over, focusing on pleasurable thoughts as the minutes ticked past.

The sudden movement by Leo caught him unprepared as did the terse words thrown over his shoulder as Leo flew from the room.

"Bastard's drugged him. Move it, Jaze!"

The two men split up to locate Stewie, neither knowing which part of the restaurant Ginelli had taken him. Leo had sudden inspiration and abandoned the restaurant in favour of racing to Ginelli's room, barking into his radio to tell Jaze where he was headed. As he flung himself out of the elevator, he was rewarded with the sight of Ginelli struggling to get into his room with a weakly protesting Stewie making it difficult.

"Donny, baby, is that you?" Leo shouted out. "What the fuck's going on here? What're you doing to my boyfriend?"

Ginelli turned with surprise at the bellow behind him and stared at the newcomer.

"He's just a bit drunk," he lied. "Anyway, he split up with you, so piss off."

"I came to apologise," Leo growled, stalking forward. "So you piss off. My Donny doesn't get drunk."

"Leeeoo," Stewie slurred, the shifting figure briefly resolving momentarily into the welcome form of his friend. He knew he had been drugged. He was aware of what was happening to him, but unable to stop Ginelli.

"I'm here, baby," Leo said.

"Why not share?" Ginelli offered conspiringly. "Ever had a threesome?"

"Not with someone who can barely stand," Leo growled. "Give him to me and it goes no further."

"And if I don't," Ginelli sneered, certain he could take the older man.

"Then my brother and I will get angry," Leo smirked, looking beyond where Ginelli stood.

Ginelli turned to see a large, dark, furious male storming towards him. His men were nowhere around and he had no intention of taking on two for the blond twink. He shoved the barely conscious man at Leo.

"Here," he snarled.

Leo deftly caught Stewie, swinging him effortlessly into his arms, cradling him tightly to his chest.

"It's ok, bro'," he said to Jaze. "I've got Donny. Let's get out of here."

Jaze clenched and unclenched his fists, wanting nothing more than for Ginelli to do something so he could pound the man's angry face into the wall. Reluctantly, he moved away when Ginelli simply entered his room slamming the door and followed Leo into an elevator where his fiancé was passed into his arms.

"Oh, angel, I'm sorry," Jaze mourned as he took in the wide, drug-glazed eyes.

"Jaazze, soorryy," Stewie murmured.

Jaze was not sure if his lover was repeating him or apologising to him. He tightened his grip, his anger burning away the tears prickling at his eyes. 

"Thanks, Leo," he husked. 

In their room, Leo ordered water for Stewie and coffee and juice for himself and Jaze. He was certain Ginelli had used rohypnol and the best that could be done for Stewie was to let him sleep it off. 

"We'll each take four hours, Jaze," Leo insisted. "We need to keep an eye on Stewie, make sure he doesn't have a reaction to the stuff. You watch him first. I'll alert the Chief and tell Marchant, then I'll catch some sleep. Wake me at two."

****

Jaze had been quite certain he would not sleep when Leo woke and insisted they change places. However it was now light and a glance at the clock told him he had slept for nearly three hours. He looked over at where Leo sat, stroking a peacefully-sleeping Stewie's hair. Something about the older man's demeanour had Jaze's instincts tingling. He sat up.

"What is it?" he asked without preamble. He deftly caught the cell phone thrown to him.

"Read it," Leo replied tersely.

It was a text from Shaz. Jaze read it twice before turning furious eyes at Leo.

"A snitch provided the shipment info and Marchant recalled Sue before lunch yesterday." He repeated the message, as if saying it aloud was the only way he would truly believe what he had seen.

"There was no need for Stewie to have continued with Ginelli and Marchant knew it," Leo growled. "He need never have been drugged and nearly raped. Marchant never contacted us to call it off, leaving us to let Ginelli crawl all over the kid. I'm still waiting for him to reply to my text from last night. Shaz's came first and I've had one from the Chief wanting to know why we hadn't pulled out."

"The bastard isn't getting away with this," Jaze growled in reply. "I'm taking him down."

"You take care of the kid," Leo said, his eyes as cold and hard as Jaze ever remembered seeing. "I'll take care of Marchant. I guarantee you; he'll regret this."

****

Marchant sat angrily in his office. He was currently confined to paperwork only, his Team led by his Second-in-Command while the Chief went over the events of the case minutely. He had tried to bluff his way out of the predicament, but each one of Vermillion Red had vehemently denied being ordered to recall Stewie, leaving him on a limb. He glanced up as his door opened.

"What do you want?"

"Just a friendly word of advice," Leo said, coming to stand in front of Marchant's desk. "Stewie is like a little brother to me and I look after what's mine. The advice is for you to find a nice little Division somewhere well away from here, where our paths will never cross again."

"Are you trying to threaten me?" Marchant asked with a barked laugh.

"Nope. Just making you a promise," Leo said. He sat arrogantly on Marchant's desk and leaned forward. His smile was devoid of mirth and the epitome of menace. "Get out while you can do it under your own steam and don't leave it too long."

Marchant swallowed around a dry mouth. The tone of the man whose face was now just inches from his own was one he never wanted to hear again. Before he could reply, Leo was already at his door.

"I'll be watching you," Leo promised as he left.

****

Stewie had been thrilled to find that Jaze had booked them a surprise vacation once all the paperwork concerning the case was completed. A two week break had been sanctioned by their Chief and they had taken a last-minute deal to Spain. He was now repaying Jaze with a surprise of his own. Back in their own home he was now awaiting his lover to join him in their bedroom. He smiled at the knock at the door.

"It's ok, lover," he called out. "Come on in."

Jaze pushed the door open and the breath caught in his throat at the vision before him. Stewie naked and erect, his flesh glistening in soft light as it caught his oiled body. His lover's smooth flesh was randomly adorned by red rose petals that had been strewn over the bed. The subtle scent of vanilla and rose permeated the room and Jaze hesitantly stepped forward as if afraid the tableau was a dream that would evaporate if he moved too swiftly.

"Come to bed, love." Stewie said.

Jaze did not need further invitation. He climbed onto the bed, capturing Stewie's soft lips with his own while he cradled his lover's face gently. He heard Stewie whimper and eased him down, gently pressing him back into the soft mattress and the petals, covering his body with his own. He could see the love in Stewie's eyes. Jaze ran one hand along the length of Stewie's thigh moving it up to caress his chest, circling the enticing pink nubs. 

Jaze pressed himself harder against Stewie's body, feeling the heat rising from the younger man. He felt Stewie trembling as their equally hard erections brushed against one another. He lifted his body to lightly run his hand over Stewie's stomach, feeling his muscles contract, and hearing the soft intake of breath. 

"You like me caressing you, angel?" he whispered, a breathy moan his only reply.

He smiled as Stewie closed his eyes arching his body cat-like into Jaze's touch. Jaze felt the tight abdominal muscles moving under his hand as he aroused his lover further with his caresses. Jaze ran his hand over Stewie's body, moving it back up to the smooth chest and brushing the perfect, pink nipples that instantly hardened under his attentions. 

He revelled in the moan from his lover as Stewie began to writhe from the loving attention. Jaze grinned as they both became decorated with the rose petals and their movements releasing more of the subtle scent.

Jaze took Stewie's wrists in a hard grip and lifted them up over his head, locking them in place with the padded cuffs. The position accentuated the curve of his lover's chest and gave him uninhibited access to each shaven armpit. Jaze groaned, scenting Stewie's musk, burying his nose into Stewie's armpit and gently biting at the soft flesh.

Stewie whimpered needily as he felt Jaze sliding against him and teeth biting his vulnerable flesh. He arched his body as much as he could and closed his eyes once more. He felt Jaze licking the soft skin under his arm, while the big man rubbed his body firmly against him. The massaging motion of their slick shafts made him gasp and writhe. He knew he would not last.

"Please love me," Stewie moaned. He opened his eyes as he felt Jaze's hands on his thighs, pushing them apart. He saw the determined look on his mate's face as he lifted one slender leg up and over a broad shoulder so it exposed his aching void to his fiancé.

Jaze reached over to the bedside locker, pulling out a tube of lube and squeezed it onto his finger. He moved it to the tight, puckered flesh that granted him access to his lover's body. 

"Please." Stewie whispered as he squirmed on the bed. He felt the single digit fill his body, knowing he needed so much more. A second quickly joined it and then a third as Jaze licked, nipped and sucked at Stewie's torso to leave a trail of his possession dotted amongst the rose petals. Stewie closed his eyes as he felt the head of Jaze's shaft pressing at the entrance of his body, easing inside slowly. Stewie tried to arch up, squirming as he tried to adjust to his vulnerable position.

Jaze was spurred on by the guttural moan that escaped Stewie's lips as he fully filled his lover. He began to move firmly but slowly, in and out of Stewie's body. He was getting even more aroused by the sounds of pleasure his mate made.

"You like that, angel?" Jaze asked.

"More, please," Stewie begged as he felt the thick flesh sliding into his sheath. He could feel its length and its width as it stroked his inner walls, caressing his jewel. He clamped down on it, wanting to gain the most from the sensation. He began to lose himself in the erotic rhythm, as Jaze pulled almost fully out only to thrust firmly deep inside in strong strokes. 

The constant stimulation to his sweet spot was almost more than he could bear. Stewie wailed as he felt Jaze move faster, pounding into him, the bigger man's perspiration beginning to drip onto his own sweat-damp skin. 

Jaze's breathing was laboured as he felt Stewie's body clenching around him. He knew his lover was almost at his zenith and wanted them to come together. The scream of his name came in concert with pearlescent crème adorning his stomach and chest as well as that of his mate. Jaze groaned. He thrust hard...fast...deep one last time and shot his hot seed deep into Stewie's body. He heard his lover moan as the younger man was filled completely with Jaze's living essence. 

"I love you, angel." Jaze whispered, as he looked down. He waited for his sex to soften and gently slid out of his lover's heated depths to lick the precious cream adorning Stewie's skin. "Thank you for such a beautiful gift." He unfastened the restraints and let his mate drape himself over his body.

"I love you, Jaze." He peppered the beloved visage with butterfly kisses as large hands slid over his back and down to cup his buttocks. He nuzzled happily at the dark nubs on his mate's chest. He laughed as Jaze rolled them on their sides and then they began to kiss tenderly. They were happy and they were making love. Nothing else mattered.

****

Leo and Shaz looked up as Jaze and Stewie returned to work, both men sporting wide smiles, a hint of colour and relaxed expressions. The holiday clearly what the two men had needed.

"Welcome back, guys," Shaz said, going to give them each a hug. "We have some great news."

"Really?" Jaze asked, an eyebrow rising questioningly.

"Marchant put in his resignation yesterday. Seems he can't handle the pace or the stress. Moving to a nice quiet country Division." Leo's voice was laconic, but his face held the look of the cat-who-got-the-cream.

"It wasn't just stress as I heard it," Shaz added in conspiratorial tones.

"And what did you hear, oh Fount of Knowledge?" Stewie asked grinning as he perched on Shaz's desk.

"Well...a couple of days after you two went away, his chair collapsed. Someone had unscrewed every nut and bolt and then rebuilt the chair. He came in, sat down...and bang. He wasn't hurt, but he was convinced people were laughing at him."

"Which they were," Leo threw in with a smirk.

"Then, a couple of days ago, despite his car being parked where one of the cameras kept it under surveillance, someone managed to let down every tyre as well as the spare. The Chief had already confined him to desk duty following the Ginelli incident and this seemed to be the last straw. He's due to go in three weeks and Vermillion Red are planning a goodbye party, for after he's gone. We're all invited."

"Cool," said Stewie. "So what's new for us?"

As the dark and light heads bent together to examine files, Jaze looked over at the smiling Leo. He nodded at the older man, receiving an incline of the head in response. Jaze had no doubts who had sabotaged Marchant's chair and car, if no idea how, but knew better than to say anything. It was enough for the big man to know that he and Stewie had good friends on whom they could rely.